Mrs. Xiao was tidying up in the kitchen. Rourou had wanted to go help, but Mr. Xiao called out to her, "Rourou, come in with me."
Mr. Xiao called Rourou into their bedroom. Rourou sat down on the armchair, while Mr. Xiao sat directly on the edge of the bed, then opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out a large rectangular box, handing it to Rourou.
Rourou was slightly stunned. "Dad, this is…?"
"This is your dowry."
"Do… dowry?"
Rourou was stunned again, and saw Mr. Xiao looking at her with a gaze that was serious yet full of fatherly affection. "Rourou, you're my only daughter. Your dad is going to see to it that you get married off in style. I can tell that the young master of the Zhou Family truly dotes on you, and that's good."
In Rourou's memory, her father was mostly a stern figure, sometimes even giving off the feeling of someone who would rather suffer than lose face.
