"You've left him more than once." Yan Ye was displeased with Lian Xinying's decision to leave.
Even if Xixi wasn't his daughter, Xiaocheng was their son.
When Xiaocheng was younger, it was easier to make up excuses to placate him, but now that he's older, it's not so simple anymore.
But Lian Xinying didn't seem to care about any of this anymore.
She had her own ways of doing things, and no one could interfere.
"Yan Ye, I understand you're angry…" Lian Xinying could clearly sense his emotions through his current expression and demeanor.
"Don't talk to me about meaningless things. I don't care about empty words." Yan Ye spoke coldly, his words sharp as needles, stabbing relentlessly into Lian Xinying's heart.
When Yan Ye passed by, a gust of wind swept through.
She was going to leave with Su Rong anyway, so continuing the conversation was bound to cause more hurt.
After Yan Ye left, she felt the world had plunged into a deathly silence.
No sound, no color… just darkness.
