Chu Nanxi glanced at Li Hannian, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After the meal, neither had time to linger due to work, so after chatting for a bit, they took their leave.
After dinner, the elder Chu wanted to take a nap, so Ji Qingqiu settled him in the guest room and then entered the master bedroom.
She meticulously wiped down the table, chairs, and bedside with a cloth. Seeing the family photo of three that she feared would gather dust, stored in a drawer, she stopped her chores. She carefully took out the picture frame and placed it on the spotless tabletop.
Her fingers gently traced the face of her daughter in the photo, landing on Chu Wenxuan's cheek.
"Wenxuan, I've misunderstood you for so many years. I'm truly sorry. I promise you that from now on, I will no longer nitpick, and I will take good care of your precious daughter!"
With the passage of time, Ji Qingqiu had finally come to terms with the past.
The dead were gone, and regret and guilt were meaningless.
