Hu Cang remained silent, her expression gradually softening. After a while, she said to Ye Qing, “As long as it doesn’t cause obstacles for the Su family, you can be with whoever you want.”
Xiao Yao looked at Ye Qing with barely concealed joy, and Ye Qing, pursing his lips, returned a proud, approving smile.
Before leaving, Hu Cang took out a paper bag and handed it to Ye Qing. “Keep what’s inside. I’ve been keeping it for over a decade, so I’ve done my part.”
Hu Cang finally left, but the paper bag she left behind brought immense shock!
The bag contained a photo and a letter – more like a “farewell letter”.
Shi Lun:
My dear child, by the time you read this letter, your mother will have left this world. Forgive me, I lied to you. I promised to wait for you to reunite, but… I know I’ll never see that moment.
It’s not that I’m heartless. If possible, I would never let you leave my side. Even if life was difficult, I would accompany my darling as he grows up. But God didn’t grant me that wish.
When I learned I had cancer and had little time left, I had to plan for you, so I sent you back to the Gao family…
I hope you’ll strive to succeed, stand out, and become a useful person. To avoid affecting your mood, I specially asked your father to hide my illness. Please don’t blame him, or Yue Ling. In fact, after sending you to Japan, they helped manage my life. But no matter how we planned, we couldn’t beat fate. This is destiny, child. Stay strong…
He held the letter, reading it over and over.
“Don’t read it anymore. Please don’t,” Xiao Yao rushed forward, embracing his statue-like body.
Ye Qing said nothing, just gently caressing his mother’s posthumous photo, tracing her eyes, nose, mouth…
He felt his vision blur, almost unable to see his mother’s face, which startled him. He wanted to rub his eyes but discovered the photo was wet in one spot, and he became confused.
He didn’t know whether to wipe the tears constantly flowing from his eyes or the wet marks on the photo.
