But on his eighteenth birthday, when Mommy was rushing back from outside, she got into a traffic accident.
He knew that it was not an accident at all, but a premeditated murder.
And his father, the man Mommy loved most, was also involved...
Mommy, is it true, as Qian Qian said, that you really don't like seeing me live in the past?
But what you don't know is, if even I forget the past, truly no one will remember your existence, do you understand?
So, I have been forcing myself to constantly remember everything from the past, just to engrave every moment between us in my mind. I really don't want to lose you, Mommy...
In Beitang Yao's chest, he could hear Xia Qingqian's low sobs. He couldn't understand why this woman liked meddling so much. This was Beitang Yao's matter. Why is she so concerned?
Is she pitying him?
He doesn't need any pity.
"Let go!" Beitang Yao took a deep breath of cold air and said heavily.
Listening to her cries, his heart grew even more restless!
