At that time, perhaps she was truly too young. Now she sincerely wished she could remember at least one sentence, anything her deceased father had said to her. Because she suddenly found herself actually missing her father.
The emotions that had been suppressed deep inside her were suddenly partially uncovered, erupting out and almost beyond her control.
When Yao Ye returned with a glass of milk, he saw her sitting at the edge of the bed clutching the blanket.
"Jiayin, come, drink the milk."
"Chief, I think of my dad—" Naturally, she shared her thoughts with him.
Without needing to say anything first, he walked over and offered her his shoulder: "If you want to cry, just cry. I seem to have told you a long time ago that whenever you need a shoulder, I will be here for you."
She grabbed his arm and shook her head: "I won't cry."
"Can't cry?"
