Zhang Qiling did not understand. He glanced at Zhang Xici walking ahead and spoke softly, "Aunt, this ancient building..."
"Xiaoguan, the Zhang Clan has no choice. Once upon a time, someone chose otherwise, but the results were never good. Your father was one, and so was my brother," Zhang Xici said, turning to look at Xiaoguan. "I hope you can make your own decision now, and choose your own path."
Xiaoguan pressed his lips together. On the fifth floor, he had seen everything left behind by the father he had never met: the jade pendants and wood carvings carved by his father's own hands, and the small clothes and swaddling blankets sewn by his mother's hands.
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