Ji Qingqiu's eyes were downcast, silent.
Such words were not only spoken by Chu Jinwang.
Back then, when Chu Nanxi had just had the accident, her husband Chu Wenxuan had also advised her again and again.
But she couldn't accept it, that accident of Chu Nanxi was the greatest burden and chain of Ji Qingsheng's life.
She couldn't let go, and naturally, she couldn't forgive herself either.
Catching her expression, Chu Jinwang sighed helplessly to himself.
"The doctor said... I can go out for a walk," said Jinwang, "In a few days it will be Wenxuan's death anniversary, would you accompany me to his gravesite, okay?"
"Yes!"
Ji Qingqiu nodded hurriedly.
"Come, serve me another bowl; if that girl isn't hungry, it'll just be my gain!"
Chu Jinwang passed the soup bowl over with a smile, and Ji Qingqiu hurried to take it, her face once again breaking into a smile as she served the soup, "You love it, next time I'll cook some porridge for you."
