When Lanhua returned to China to attend the funeral, he saw a beautiful man in front of his dead father's grave. It was raining that day. He was surrounded by people, but no one held an umbrella for him.
He thought that this should be the canary that her bastard father took back from Hao. It was indeed very beautiful. It was obviously beautiful and broken, making people lovable, but it had a pair of quiet eyes that concealed perseverance.
Lanhua stepped forward and tilted the umbrella in her hand: "You've been here for a long time, aren't you worried about catching a cold?" The other party glanced at her, his expression calm and complicated.
Later, Lanhua wiped her slender fingers: "My father is dead, but you can follow me."
Purpose: good health