An An nodded immediately, "Dad, I'm sorry..."
Zhuo Junyue had done many things; as the heir of the Zhuo Family, he couldn't have avoided getting blood on his hands.
Even for his two sons, his approach to raising them was completely different from his daughter; he just hoped his daughter would grow up like a princess.
Zhuo Junyue looked at his daughter, her eyes were very much like Ningyan's, big and bright.
His daughter's kind heart gave him comfort.
Zhuo Junyue reached out to gently rub her head, "Sweet daughter, no matter what happens in the future, always protect yourself first. Your health is fragile; do you remember what your grandmother said?"
An An felt guilty for worrying her parents.
She actually knew everything; her grandmother had told her that she was young, plus she had the third eye, which made her spirit darker than ordinary people.
Therefore, doing this would shorten her lifespan.
"Dad, I understand."
