After sending away the people around, Yan Zhukang listened to Lin Weiwan’s crying and couldn’t help but feel sympathy.
This girl! She suffered so much grievance tonight, truly a heartbreaking child.
Yan Xukang shook his head, suddenly thinking of his little daughter at home, and sighed again.
The heart of parents worldwide – if one day he were to know his daughter suffered such humiliation outside, how could he not be heartbroken?
Seeing her cry so sorrowfully, and her crying also triggered the deeply hidden fragile emotions in Ye Lixie’s heart, in an instant, he discovered that his usually calm and cold demeanor had cracked a corner, and some softness he had deliberately buried quietly released.
He suddenly remembered that there were several nights when he had also cried so sadly.
Once was when he personally witnessed his beloved mother, in order to express her husband’s coldness and infidelity, attempting suicide, locking herself in the bathroom, then taking a knife to slice her wrists, letting the bright red blood fill the entire bathtub.
As a young child, he didn’t understand why his mother, who usually looked ruddy and healthy, was pale and bloodless when pulled from the bathtub? Such a horrifying deathly white color – seeing that scene, he was scared and cried out loud, not daring to look at his mother’s body a second time.
His hand by his side slowly clenched, veins rising on his arm.
“Enough, stop crying,” he heard his own voice unconsciously squeeze out from his throat, broken and hoarse.
He should have never come.
This damned woman was making him recall those gray memories again.
Collapsing emotions couldn’t be controlled at will. Lin Weiwan ignored him.
“Please! Stop crying!” Emotions of sorrow continuously spread, and he remembered when his heartless father told him he would have a second mother, young him had roared in anger. Whether through tears or rebellion, he ultimately couldn’t stop the stepmother from entering, and he remembered he was only five that year.
