With a face like hers and seeing everyone’s reaction to it, Bao Gu regretted taking off her veil.
She put it back on, knelt on the grass mat, and respectfully kowtowed to her father’s grave.
Out of habit, her spiritual sense swept through the grave, seeing her father had turned to bones, his old clothes decayed.
Tears welled up in Bao Gu’s eyes! She could still clearly remember what her father looked like, remember being a little child held in his arms, on his shoulders, riding on his neck, and remember him teaching her to use an abacus, do...
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