Lu Xingzhou stood outside the teahouse, and after bidding farewell to his daughter, he turned to see Fanghua with reddened eyes.
It was clear that she was crying quite heavily.
Taking two steps forward, Lu Xingzhou handed her a handkerchief, without uttering a word of comfort.
At times like this, the more you comfort someone, the more sadness it brings to those close to you.
Lu Xingzhou chose silence, not wanting her to cry again and also allowing her this chance to unleash the inner emotions she had suppressed for twenty years, to cry as much as she wanted.
Fanghua took the handkerchief and dabbed it at the corner of her eye, then calmly said, "I'm fine."
Lu Xingzhou didn't ask her what she talked about with their daughter after he left. He trusted her, knowing that whatever was said, it wouldn't lead to an immediate recognition, "Everything at the Princess Mansion is packed up; should we set out now?"
"Yes, let's set out immediately."
