Hua Dingzong was utterly astonished. 'Why would Hua Manman suddenly come back?'
He was just about to question further when he heard a flurry of hurried footsteps.
In the next moment, Hua Manman came into Hua Dingzong's view.
She was still wearing the same red, wide-sleeved gown embroidered with gold thread. Her waist was cinched to a delicate thinness, her dark hair coiled high. As she walked, her skirt billowed and her pendants chimed. She looked like a goddess descended to the mortal realm, dazzling to behold.
For a moment, Hua Dingzong was completely captivated.
'The second daughter I remember also loved vibrant dresses, but she never managed to look so brilliantly radiant.'
In just a few moments, Hua Manman had reached the entrance of the ancestral hall.
She first curtsied to the Old Madam and Madam He before stepping into the ancestral hall and calling out in a clear, crisp voice.
"Father."
