"Yanci, I must be dreaming, right?... Dad never left, the Ye Family never encountered any trouble, and we were all fine. It’s because mom fell ill, and in my panic, I got my mories mixed up, right?"
As soon as Ye Li got into the car, she couldn’t wait to ask.
She t the man’s gaze, full of tenderness and sorrow.
It was as if she knew the answer, and Ye Li’s eyes reddened again.
Her face also turned a few shades paler.
Hearing the familiar term "Xue’er," Ye Li almost thought it wasn’t her mom who was sick but her.
That she had developed a ntal disorder or maybe suffered from so kind of hysteria.
The Ye Family had indeed gone bankrupt.
And she had indeed heard those dismissive words from Zhou Hecchen at the entrance to the penthouse in Yunjing, and then, she was severely disturbed and beca ntally confused.
So, her father hadn’t left them, and her mom wasn’t sick.
It was her who was sick.
Because she was still young.
Because she and Zhou Hecchen were already engaged. Zhou Hecchen was her fiancé.
Disdained by the Zhou Family, sneered at by her fiancé, she, a girl just 20 years old who had been pampered by her parents, had a weak psychological tolerance and thus beca ill from the distress.
Everything seed to make sense so naturally.
Yes, it must be like this!
All her conjectures shattered when she t Yanci’s guilt-ridden gaze.
Ye Li hung her head, tears dripping down onto her legs, and then disappeared into the black fabric.
"Ah Li, I’m sorry!"
He pulled the girl into his arms, cradling her as he gently stroked her hair, saying, "I’m sorry..."
Crying in her mother’s arms seed just the beginning.
Ye Li’s tears, as if the gates of sorrow had been opened and could not be closed, poured out again while she leaned heavily in Yanci’s embrace.
Girls in their flowering youth often fancy love through the passionate, sorrowful classic romantic literature, or from beautiful, romantic TV dramas.
Not Ye Li.
From toddling around learning to walk, she watched her mom and dad who only had eyes for each other.
A goodbye kiss before heading out in the morning was a must.
No matter how late at night, they would always stop by the children’s room to check on her.
Sotis, she would wake up in the morning and find a small gift left on the bedside table by her parents.
Sotis it was a small flower.
Sotis a crudely made knitted doll.
And sotis, it was a simple, unremarkable but adorably shaped stone.
Seeing these little things, Ye Li knew they were either bought or picked up by her parents during their walks ho from work.
In the early days of starting the company, her dad was incredibly busy and still found ti to call and ask if mom was tired, as in his eyes, taking care of children was more exhausting than work.
Later on, as the company stabilized, her dad began taking her mom around the world, striving to leave their mark of love in every corner of the world, letting the whole world witness their love.
Every ti, mom would playfully complain: "The kid is still here, aren’t you ashad?"
And every ti, dad would seriously retort: "What’s there to be ashad of? Dad loves mom and mom loves dad, this is the best family education for a child!"
Over those years, Ye Li agreed countless tis: Dad was right!
She believed that her dad, like other fathers, would soday take her hand and lead her to another man, and then in his old age, he would proudly play with his grandchildren: "Co, let grandpa hold you!"
But overnight, she lost her dad.
Her dad had left, so whose voice was that on the phone just now?
Ye Li raised her eyes and looked at Yanci, asking, "Yanci, the voice on the phone just now..."
A hint of regret appeared on Yanci’s face.
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