"Uncle Xiaobao." Ziyi murmured softly, as if he were right in front of her.
After a long time, she opened her eyes, but the scene before her remained empty.
The room was so silent, you could hear a pin drop.
Ziyi's nose stung, and tears suddenly began to fall.
Actually, she knew that the person in the photo her brother showed her was very likely Uncle Xiaobao.
Even though he seemed like a completely different person, even though Ziyi didn't want to admit it.
Yet she was familiar with him, so she could still find many telltale signs.
If it really was him, that meant he already had a wife, so what did his promise to her mean? Was it that he already didn't plan to have her?
Thinking about it twisted Ziyi's heart into knots.
All of a sudden, she had an urgent desire to see him, even if it was just to hear his voice.
Ziyi took out her phone and dialed his number, despite having already called it countless times in the past two months.
