Xin Chun dug a few times, then picked up a hoe.

Half an hour later, she dug into the suitcase, and the blood seeping from it stained the soil red.

She opened the box with trembling hands. Xin Zikai was inside, bound and hunched over, his face deathly pale, and the box was covered in blood.

"Dad?" Xin Chun tentatively called out, her fingers trembling as she placed them near his nose, accidentally touching the tip of his nose, which was chillingly cold.

She collapsed to the ground, shivering. It wasn't intentional; she didn't mean to do it. She had been drinking the night before and was confused. She hadn't meant to kill him.

"Dad!" Xin Chun rushed over, picked up Xin Zikai, and hurriedly untied his ropes.

His body was so stiff that it couldn't be straightened at all. Xin Chun held him and sobbed pitifully.

After a long while, she carried him up to the second floor with heavy steps, put him on his own bed, turned up the air conditioner temperature, and brought hot water to the bedside.

She wrung out a towel and gently wiped his body, warming his stiff hands and feet before laying them flat.

Then he looked for clothes in the closet and found the dress he wore when he married Su Yan.

She helped him put on his suit and even dyed the gray hair at his temples black.

“Dad, you’re as handsome as ever. Mom will definitely recognize you over there.” Xin Chun’s appearance was a little abnormal; her pupils seemed empty as she muttered to herself.

Xin Zikai could no longer respond to her; he was already a corpse, buried alive twelve hours earlier.

"Dad, you love me very much, you won't blame me, right?" Xin Chun held Xin Zikai's head, the hole in the back of his head seemed to have drained of blood, there was nothing left to flow out.

She laid him down and covered him with the blanket, as if he were still alive, just asleep.

She stood up, left Xin Zikai's room, returned to her own bedroom, washed herself, changed her clothes, and then went downstairs to make lunch.

She usually eats with Xin Zikai on weekends when she doesn't work, but now that she's alone, the small long table seems a bit empty.

Her expression was indifferent, making it difficult to guess what she was thinking.

Meanwhile, Luo Xikui was having lunch with Xu Ziyu. She picked out the tomatoes and put them in Xu Ziyu's bowl, while she ate the beef brisket herself.

"Didn't you already know how to eat tomatoes?" Xu Ziyu looked at the tomatoes in his bowl and smiled helplessly.

“I would be when you’re not around, but now that you’re here, I guess I have the right to be spoiled.” Luo Xikui smiled, her eyes curving like beautiful crescent moons.

Xu Ziyu chuckled softly, then lowered his head and ate the tomato with his chopsticks.

Luo Xikui smiled contentedly and placed a piece of clam meat into his bowl: "This is a reward."

Xu Ziyu ate the delicious clam meat, looked up at her, and smiled faintly.

Eating with her seems to improve my appetite, probably because she loves to laugh and eats happily, which can infect the people eating with her, making them feel like the food is especially delicious.

“My mom asked when we’re free to take wedding photos.” Luo Xikui smiled sweetly at Xu Ziyu. “I’m free anytime. You can check your schedule. She said she’ll have Mei Siyuan take the photos for us. He’s the best at wedding photography.”

"Then let's get everything sorted out next Saturday before the New Year, and you can relax and wait to get married after the New Year." Xu Ziyu reached out and pinched her smooth cheek.

"You make it sound like I'm desperate to get married."

"Aren't you in a hurry to marry me?"

"Urgent." Luo Xikui giggled.