"To be buried together," Su Ji said coldly, interrupting Su Cunyi.
Su Cunyi's hand on the bedside paused.
"..."
"..."
He wanted to say something, but his daughter's serious expression at the moment made him feel an inexplicable emotion.
Su Ji enunciated each word clearly. "If you want to prove it to her, then you should be buried with her so that she won't be lonely."
The blanket was crumpled in her hands.
In ancient times, burial was the highest form of loyalty, because to everyone, nothing was more precious than their own lives.
When the emperor died, he would choose a few concubines to be buried with him, although none of those women were willing.
However, in that life, there was indeed someone who volunteered to be buried with Su Ji.
Su Cunyi suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and took a deep breath. "Su Ji, what are you talking about? Your mother is fine. Why would you say such unlucky things?"