"I heard that the Ye family originally had a daughter." Han Jifeng continued to ask.
"Clang!" The knife and fork in Ye Zhenzhen's hand suddenly lost its grip and fell on the dining table in front of her, making a loud sound.
"What's wrong?" Han Jifeng's eyes darkened.
"It's okay. When you said that, I suddenly remembered this sad thing." Ye Zhenzhen wiped her tear-filled eyes and said with infinite sadness, "It turns out that I did have a younger sister. It's just that the five-year-old
She got lost in time and never came back. My parents have used all kinds of connections to find her, but they have never been found. They are still looking for her now, but there is still no news. Maybe she is no longer alive."
Ye Zhenzhen said, lowered her head and wiped her tears again.
"Oh." Han Jifeng nodded understandingly, "How did she get lost in the first place?"
"The day she was lost happened to be my father's birthday. I went to buy a cake with her to surprise my father. Halfway through, I realized that I didn't bring any money, so I asked her to wait for me on the roadside. I went back to get the money. As a result,
After I took the money and went back, she disappeared. I searched and shouted everywhere but couldn't find her. I was so scared that I cried, so I ran home and told my parents. My parents looked everywhere anxiously, but they couldn't find her.
Since then, there has been no news from her."
Ye Zhenzhen carefully compiled a story that she had thought up eighteen years ago. It was almost seamless and could be recited backwards and forwards.
As she spoke, she secretly looked at Han Jifeng's face. What was going on? Why did Brother Ji Feng suddenly become concerned about the Ye family's family affairs? He had always been very alienated from the Ye family and had never asked about it.
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After coming out of the fabric factory, Ling Tongyu separated from Han Wenbo on the pretext of going to Mu Yanqing's home and went straight to the hospital.
"Xiaoyu, you're here, it's about to start." Ling Yunming stood up quickly when he saw his daughter coming, panting heavily and covered in dust.
"Dad, where is Xiaoxi?" she asked regardless of the sweat on her face.
"Inside." Ling Yunming pointed to the ward behind him.
Ling Tongyu opened the ward door and walked in——
I saw Xiaoxi wearing a small hospital gown, with her hair disheveled, sitting on the window sill, with her back turned to her and looking outside.
Her back looked extremely thin and weak, as if she would disappear if she blinked her eyes. Ling Tongyu felt so sad that she almost shed tears.
She held back her tears and followed her daughter's line of sight -
It turned out that she was looking at a little girl downstairs who was being held by her father. The little girl's father was feeding her.
She found that Xiaoxi had a yearning smile on her face and her big eyes were full of envy.
She had never seen such a look in her daughter's eyes before.
Ling Tongyu felt sad and her tears finally flowed down uncontrollably——
Xiaoxi has always been just a five-year-old child. She is very fragile and sensitive, and she has no choice but to be sensible. Who doesn't want to act like a spoiled child in her father's arms?
Deep in her heart, she longed for her father's love, and how she longed to be held by her father like other children.
However, the Han family will never accept her at all. At this time, she cannot be hurt anymore.
In the end, what should we do? My Xiaoxi...
As if aware of the movements behind her, Xiaoxi turned around and saw Ling Tongyu, her face immediately showed an angelic, beautiful and pure smile——
"Mom..." she shouted, her voice sounding a little weak.