"Daddy, here I am."

Outside, Feng Jiu's voice came.Feng Xiao, who was in front of the book case, quickly raised his sleeves and wiped the corners of his eyes. After adjusting his mind, he looked up and saw his daughter had entered.

"Daddy? What's the matter with you?" Feng Jiu who came to him saw his eyes reddened, and was a little bit astonished. Seeing him holding an amethyst white jade hairpin in his hand, his eyes moved slightly.

"Nothing." He shook his head, not wanting to say more.

"Nothing? What is this?" She stretched out her hand and snatched the amethyst and white jade hairpin from his hand, and smiled and asked her nervously looking father.

"Xiao Jiu, be careful not to break it." He stood up quickly, for fear that she would accidentally break the amethyst and white jade hairpin.

Seeing his nervous look, Feng Jiu smiled slyly: "Daddy, this is mother's, right? Are you secretly thinking about mother-in-law here?" As soon as the voice fell, she seemed to find that she was not at all for her mother. In my memory, no one even mentioned anything about her mother in the house.

"Oh!" He sighed and sat down.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu also put aside his smile, moved a chair and sat down beside him, and handed him the amethyst and white jade hairpin in his hand: "Daddy, tell me about my mother! Is she still alive? I'm sixteen years old, and I have never heard you mention my mother before, so just tell me about her!"

Let her father never remarry for so many years, and there is no woman around him. He must be the mother who loved her miserably, but I don't know, what kind of woman her mother is?A tough guy could hide here secretly, holding her old things, seeing things and thinking people sadly.

Feng Xiao took the amethyst white jade hairpin and said, "This amethyst white jade hairpin is indeed your mother's. Apart from leaving you with your father, she only has this hairpin."

"Since Dad loves my mother so much, why haven't you heard of her for so many years? Where is my mother? Is she still alive?" She asked again.

Feng Xiao looked at the hairpin in his hand and said quietly: "It's not that Dad didn't mention it, but that Dad had forgotten her before. He didn't know who she was, where she was, and where she was from. I have a woman in my heart, a woman who keeps thinking about it, but never remembers it."

"Ah? How come?" She was a little startled, unable to remember?how is this possible?

"Well, I can’t remember. I only remembered everything about your mother after I was killed by Murong Bofu. Your mother is a kind-hearted and gentle beauty. She is me. I’ve seen the most beautiful woman, but I’ve only thought of her for so many years. I’m so damned..."

Seeing her father's face of self-blame, guilt, and pain, her gaze was low, and she asked, "Did someone act on his father?" Why did he act?Is her mother's identity very unusual?

"Your mother is with me. Her family and her father don’t allow it. Everyone is against it, because she is so good and so beautiful, and I, a martial artist, I don’t deserve her at all. , But she didn't care about anything. She abandoned everything just to be with me. I haven't even managed to give her a decent wedding."

Feng Xiao muttered, his eyes fell on the amethyst and white jade hairpin in his hand, and the scenes of the year were recalled in his mind...