Lian Xinying felt like her world had suddenly exploded!
How... can they all be dead!
Ahhhh!
"How did my dad die?" Lian Xinying asked this question as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.
"He jumped off a building."
"And my grandpa?" Lian Xinying couldn't believe any of this was true.
"He was sick." Yan Ye's father explained, reaching out to pat Lian Xinying's shoulder, "Yingying, don't be sad. Before you lost your memory, you had already accepted these realities. I hope you can be stronger."
After painstakingly digesting Yan Ye's father's words, Lian Xinying looked over at Xiaocheng.
"Is this really my son?"
"I really am your son!" Xiaocheng nodded vigorously.
Yan Ye's father also nodded along.
"Whose son am I with?" Lian Xinying cried somewhat sorrowfully.
"With my son's son." Yan Ye's father patiently explained.
Lian Xinying suddenly thought of Yan Ye's cold face.
