Jiang Xiao nodded and said: "Of course, you're my father. If I don't believe you, who else can I trust?"
Including that dream of hers where she seemingly fell to her death from upstairs?
Such a question flashed through Sixth Young Master Jiang's mind, but he eventually didn't ask.
He was still trying to figure that matter out.
"I dreamed of Xinian before."
"What did you dream about?"
"Xinian was a person of deep affection. No matter what happened, his heart was always only with you."
Sixth Young Master Jiang said this rather vague sentence.
Jiang Xiao raised an eyebrow.
Why did she feel like her father was trying to hide something with that statement?
"Dad, is it because the dream you had is not convenient to explain in detail to me?"
"Not really, I'll tell you after you get married. For now, let's just talk about your wedding, okay?"
Sixth Young Master Jiang felt it was not quite right to talk about those bloody dreams on their joyous day.
