Your answer determines our choice.
Your choice decides the future of our family.
Sheng Xinhua understands her father's meaning, but it is precisely because of this that it is even harder to answer the question.
What virtues or abilities do I possess to decide the rise or fall, life or death of a clan?
Fatherly love is as immense as a mountain.
It burdens Sheng Xinhua, leaving her feeling heavy-hearted, almost unable to breathe.
"Dad..."
Sheng Xinhua's eyes are red. She is not a sentimental woman and never easily expresses her emotions.
Unless she can't control them.
Sheng Jing smiles, but because he seldom does so, his expression appears somewhat stiff.
He boiled a pot of water and poured it into the teapot, and the rich, thick aroma with hints of sweetness from the tea immediately began to waft from the spout.
Its scent makes one feel relaxed and happy.
