In fact, it was the weakest of the fifth families.
The Li Family couldn't compare with the most powerful Gu Family and Bai Family.
It was also difficult to contend against the united fronts of the Gong Mu.
That day, Changye saw neither snow nor rain; the weather was very dry, withered leaves twirled in the fierce wind, clouds hung low, and everyone's expression was somber.
The wind swept up fallen leaves.
The fallen leaves swirled around large robes.
The dim Heavenly Curtain blended with the dim cemetery, like a faded oil painting.
Li Qingsui, clad in mourning attire, walked at the forefront of the procession.
Gone was the usual sparkle in her eyes; after her father's death, her world seemed to have turned to shades of black and white... Everything was dimmed, a silent sorrow.
When the person on the sickbed closed their eyes.
At that time, she hadn't realized...what forever farewell truly tasted like.
