Gu Lingling was asking Gu Chunhai.
Gu Chunhai drove back home and heard others talking about this matter, and he mentioned it to Old Sir Gu.
"It's really tragic." After a long pause, Old Sir Gu on the kang finally spoke these words, and afterwards said nothing more, barely ate two bites for dinner.
Knowing he was feeling upset, Gu Lingling tidied up the dishes and didn't stay to play a couple of rounds of chess or listen to him explain the sand table as usual.
Seeing that it wasn't dark yet, Gu Lingling went to the ruined temple, bringing the afternoon's pickled wild fruits to Zhao Si'en.
Ever since Zhao Si'en moved to the ruined temple, she had noticeably grown over the past half year; she used to be only as tall as Gu Lingling's ears, but now she was almost the same height.
Gu Lingling was truly envious and resentful.
"Both my mom and dad are very tall," Zhao Si'en said, looking down.
