That matter, was a pain for the entire household.
Cui Rong seldom heard anyone mention Cui Bai; she was young and mostly forgot what she heard right away.
But this remark from Qiao Si, she carefully remembered.
She wasn't born with thorns either.
It was not until, one banquet.
She heard those little girls chirping about Daddy and Mama.
Only then did Cui Rong come to a delayed realization.
Other people's Daddies could play shuttlecock with them.
Hers could not.
Her grandfather, whom Cui Rong had also never met, never got to teach her second uncle how to read either.
Is Daddy supposed to accompany Mama by her side like that?
Cui Rong naively asked aloud.
"Cui Rong, do you not know what death is?"
"Your Daddy is already dead, turned into a clod of yellow earth. You are just a wild child, understand?"
Cui Rong was furiously angry: "Nonsense!"
"Your Daddy is the soil! My Daddy is a hero!"
"What of a hero? Still short-lived. Couldn't even play rope skipping with you."
