Looking at Little Yunduo helplessly, Yan Xiaye crouches down in front of him, her voice soft and comforting: "It's okay, you don't have to listen to your daddy. If you want to visit Elisa, we can go anytime, alright?"
Little Yunduo blinks quietly, his clear eyes reflecting Yan Xiaye's cautious expression.
He hadn't quite recovered from the shock of the truth, but suddenly felt aggrieved, hoarsely diving into Yan Xiaye's arms, "Yanyan..."
Yan Xiaye hugged the little one painfully, pressing her lips together as she hesitated to speak. She could only hold him tighter to offer him more warmth.
At this point, any comfort is meaningless.
In this game of intrigue, even though she was hurt too, it couldn't compare to Little Yunduo's wounds.
It's uncertain how long Little Yunduo will take to accept this cruel reality.
Thinking of this, Yan Xiaye's heart aches. She wishes she could immediately drag Elisa out and give her a good beating, then have her sincerely apologize to Yunduo!
