"What's wrong with Xin'er? Why do you think so?" When Xiang's father walked in, he happened to hear what Xiang Xin said. It's so good, how could it become so sad?

Xiang Xin put away her thoughts, turned around and saw her father walking towards her, smiled and said: "Such a beautiful sunset, but it doesn't last long, I always feel a little desolate."

Xiang Wenjing smiled and walked to Xiang Xin, stopped her shoulder, turned her head and quietly looked at the sunset on the horizon with Xiang Xin, it was beautiful.

"Beautiful things are always short-lived, but Xin'er, when you appreciate them, don't you feel very happy?"

It wasn't until the sunset that Xiang Wenjing said: "The most important thing about everything is the process. As for the result, although it is important, it is not necessarily certain. Do you understand?"

"process?"

"Yes, it's just a process. If you don't understand it now, girl, you will understand it one day in the future."

Xiang Wenjing didn't explain it. You have to experience it yourself to understand it deeply. Just like when he was young, he looked at Xiang Xin who was thinking and didn't say much. He just patted her on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, your mother."

Still waiting for us to eat”

He understood that this girl must be worried about Xiang Yang, and he also knew about that boy's current situation, but he didn't say much. Feelings need to be experienced by oneself, whether they are good or bad, it all depends on one's own heart, no matter what others say.

No matter how much I try to persuade you, it's useless.

The most he can do is to give some advice, and he will let his children decide what they want, but he will also let them bear the final result.

In the evening, Xiang Xin returned to the room again and kept thinking about the 'process' that her father just said.

Does that process mean when Xiang Yang and Sanheng are together? As long as they are happy and satisfied when they are together, it is enough, but in the end, it doesn't matter whether they are together or not?

Did dad mean this? But how could dad know about Xiang Yang? Or was he just explaining it to her?

Xiang Xin was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. He always felt panicked, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

I don’t know what Xiang Yang was doing at this time. After all, I still couldn’t feel relieved. I picked up my phone and called Xiang Yang. At least this way, I would feel more at ease.

But when she heard the busy signal on the phone, Xiang Xin was still stunned—Xiang Yang had turned off his phone!

Xiang Xin was anxious and called An Zhe again, but after much persuasion from An Zhe, she felt a little more at ease.
Chapter completed!