He was wrong...
No wonder she always seemed like she was carrying thorns, mercilessly piercing him.
Every time he thinks about how desperate she once was, he loathes himself to death.
He had never cried in his life, not even at the most hopeless times, but at this moment, his tears seemed unstoppable.
Indeed, she was once a flower in a greenhouse.
Beautifully blooming.
For him, she crossed mountains and rivers, left her soil, just hoping he could place her safely.
Yet he hurt her.
Yet he lost her.
Yet he let the once beautiful her wither away day by day.
Footsteps seemed to approach from afar, and he slowly looked up to see if it was Ou Manhui returning.
He instinctively murmured her name, "Manman..."
Wanting to ask if she listened to the recording and came back.
But it turned out to be Sheng Qingxue.
Sheng Qingxue didn't expect her father to be crying like this and was momentarily stunned.
