The rising sun climbed in the east, and morning light broke through the dawn.
House after house emerged from their cellars.
Jianyi Dezhao summoned the residents of Dongxi and arranged for people to reclaim the fields, bring down rain, and handle the rest.
The Jianyi family mansion.
Wu Tao's corpse was covered with white cloth, lying quietly before the hall.
The moment Jianyi Dejing's fingers touched the edge of the white cloth, she froze as if struck by lightning.
She slowly knelt on the ground, and an extremely faint sob spilled from her throat, like its final note had been strangled off by force.
The cloth slipped half an inch, revealing a familiar face.
"Father!"
Jianyi Chongming knelt on the ground and wept.
Wu Rushan turned her head away. Two streams of clear tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and she could not bear to look.
