Whether it was the elderly, children, or young people at home, everyone lived happily.
Looking at the empty house, Jih Yunxiao swept his eyes around with mixed emotions; every step he took was a scene from his memories.
It seemed as if there were sounds of laughter and joy all around.
It seemed as if he heard the music play, and his parents romantically embraced, dancing ballroom style.
It seemed as if he saw his grandfather sitting on the Noble Consort Chair, wearing glasses, swaying gently in the sun... reading the newspaper, while Grandma softly scolded him, saying his glasses were too old to see anything, yet he still read the paper in the sunlight.
It seemed as if he saw Yunshu, looking quite domineering, commanding her eight female bodyguards to dig holes and bury things.
Saying those things were gifts for her family later.
There were some for Dad, some for Mom, and some for brother... and she would dig them up when she remembered later.
