Feng Xiaoyu, however, did not say a word. She kept silent all the time, staring straight at the empty wine glass.
"Daddy... this is for you." Ayrin took out a snow-white handkerchief and slowly unwrapped it.
There were red candied haws on her snow-white silk handkerchief, which was filled with sixteen candied haws. It represented every year she spent with him.
The red fruit was delicate and beautiful. Because she kept it in her arms all the time, the sugar had already melted. The blood on the silk handkerchief was like blood, and the silk was red, but it didn't look dirty at all.
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"She's very stupid and doesn't know how to make gifts. I can only buy her, but I promise that she didn't need the money that dad gave her. I went to the Fragrance Building to make a two-hour job
