Facing Ye Xiangzhong, who was crying with old tears streaking down his face, and his eyes filled with sorrowful anticipation, Ye Rui finally cried and hung her head: "Alright, I'll leave."
Upon her affirmation, Ye Xiangzhong broke into a smile through his tears, his calloused hands caressed her face, his thumb gently wiping her tears away: "Good child, only when you are happy can dad be happy, even if I am in prison."
"Dad." Ye Rui threw herself into Ye Xiangzhong's arms and burst into tears again.
She hated so much, hated Leng Shaoqing, hated this unfair fate.
Why must she be forced into such a situation, forced to leave her homeland, separate from her loved ones, and compelled to make such a bone-deep painful choice?
Ye Rui clenched her fists and fiercely slammed them into the ground where Ye Xiangzhong couldn't see.
Over and over again.
Leng Shaoqing, I hate you, I hate you.
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