When the light dissipated, a glass bead lay quietly inside the small box, just like the one she had seen in the Tiangao Pavilion. This bead also bore the inscription, "Tiansuan.",Now, the dead father is crying, and the wicked mother is burning his hard work to ashes with a blazing fire.,Yun Qian Shan looked into Bei Chen Lin's eyes, the words she had almost spoken died in her throat, replaced by something else.。