"Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, rest assured, I'll take good care of Anning."
His voice wasn't loud, yet it was full of conviction. As he said these words, he clearly felt Jian Anning's hand tighten within his grasp.
Even though she didn't speak, he could feel that the strings within her heart were gently plucked by his words.
The tombstone said nothing, but as he spoke, the sea breeze blew in, and the distant pine forest rustled, seemingly responding to his words.
But this feeling didn't feel eerie; rather, this warm and comforting sea breeze enveloped him gently, like warm water in a bathtub. It seemed to convey a kind thought to him.
—Indeed, her father and grandparents gave the same feeling as her. Warm, kind, and considerate.
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After leaving the cemetery, Jian Anning remained in low spirits for a while.
Even though it's been a long time since her father and grandparents passed away, Jian Anning still felt a sense of inexplicable sadness.
