After eating, it didn't take long for Huayu and Gong Lele to go back.

Before going back, Huayu asked Su Mingyuan what he planned to do in the future. Su Mingyuan only said one sentence: I won't let go no matter what.

After sending Huayu and them away, Qiao Yue went back to the bedroom on the second floor, and never came out inside.

Su Mingyuan wanted to knock on the door several times to see what she was doing, but in the end he held back.

Because he knew that Qiao Yue was avoiding him, and after her father died, she still needed time to sort out their relationship.

Su Mingyuan returned to the study and stayed in the valley villa without leaving, silently accompanying her in his own way in the closest place to Qiao Yue.

Qiao Yue stayed in the room for a long time, most of which was sitting on the balcony, looking at the golden outside in a daze.

Here, she could smell the scent of the orchids in the garden, which belonged to her father.

After a long time, Qiao Yue suddenly remembered something, and she got up from the chair, but maybe it was because she had sat for too long, and her legs were numb.

Holding on to the table for a moment, she turned around and walked towards the bedroom, then went straight to the door, opened it, and walked downstairs.

Qiao Yue walked through the garden, turned left, and came to the garage, where her car had been parked after being asked by Su Mingyuan to drive it back.

She walked to the car door, opened it, and saw at a glance her father's package that had been placed in the passenger seat and brought back from prison.

Qiao Yue simply went into the cab and closed the door.

She reached out, took the package from the co-pilot, and opened it on her lap.

There wasn't actually anything in it, it was just some very ordinary father's belongings, and there were two clothes she bought for her father before, which looked brand new, as if they hadn't been worn once, and the tags were all there. The Seven Realms

Qiao Yue looked at these things, her nose was a stretch, and her eyes were moist.

She sniffed, trying to force the tears back, but the tears still fell uncontrollably.

This was the last time she bought clothes for her father, and he never wanted to wear them.

Qiao Yue remembered that the last time she saw her father in prison, he was still wearing several old clothes that he had worn several times, and he was very indifferent, and she couldn't help but feel sad again.

Her hand gently caressed the two dresses, tears welling up in her eyes, and her father would never wear the clothes she had bought again.

After a while, she wiped away her tears, put the two clothes aside, and continued to look at other things.

In fact, apart from two pieces of clothing, there was almost nothing left, just a small iron box and two books and notebooks that were already very old.

Qiao Yue first took the small box in her hand and looked at it carefully.

The small tin box, which was only the size of the palm of a hand, looked like it had been many years, and the paint on it had peeled off, and in some places it had rusted.

But the small box is very clean and the surface is smooth, which is what it will form after being touched for a long time.

When the box was shaken, there was a small crashing sound inside, indicating that it contained some very small objects.

Qiao Yue gently opened the box, and then picked up the contents of the box one by one and looked at them carefully.

Inside there was a razor without a blade, as well as several coins and banknotes, two buttons.

Qiao Yue took out all the things and found that there was still a yellowed piece of paper under the box.