"What is Madam thinking about?" Li Bianxing asked, a smile playing on his lips as he held Ning Yuwan's hand to reassure her, "Are you worried about your father?"
Ning Yuwan withdrew her gaze from the carriage window and met Li Bianxing's gentle eyes, feeling a slight warmth in her heart. She made a sound of agreement, though the sincerity of her response was known only to herself.
They say a father's love is like a mountain, but in her eyes, her father was just a mountain, never showing affection. The day she learned that her father had gone mad, she wasn't all that sad, but she didn't dare to show it. She feigned concern outwardly, even arranging for someone to visit him, and when her husband had time, he accompanied her to visit the Prince Mansion once.
The doctor said that her father's physical condition was still good, but the madness might be hard to recover from.
