Lu Songhe’s fingers traced the bamboo leaves embroidered on the cotton jacket. He sighed softly. “You have all been far too considerate.”
He blamed himself for not having taken better care of his daughter. In his heart, he knew the man he used to be had been powerless, tormented by a hidden injury that left him with the will but not the strength.
If there was any blame to be cast, it was on his own pride for not calling off the marriage all
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