For the past six months, let's not mention it, she used to live in Toronto. Every year during Qingming, she would return to pay respects at her father's grave, following the traditions of Huaxia Country. Although her father had passed away, in the cold Cheng Family, she felt like she was completely an extra among the four members of the Cheng Family.
It was only at this moment, here, facing the silent tombstone, that she felt she wasn't a rootless floater.
Furthermore, perhaps because she had been stifled in the Cheng Family for too long, she became taciturn. It was only in front of her father and grandparents that she could relax and return to the lively state she used to enjoy, full of laughter and chatter.
