Uncle Liu, seeing Bai Yuejie like this, felt his heart break even more. He reached out and gently stroked her palm, sobbing, "Call me 'Dad' one more time. Daddy loves to hear it."
"Dad..."
Her voice was so soft, so very soft.
So soft that if one wasn't careful, it seemed like it would be blown away by the wind.
Uncle Liu crumbled, his voice quivering with sobs, "Don't worry, you're going to make it. I'll make sure you keep on living, just like four years ago. I could get Tang Wu's heart, and I can get Shi Mei's heart too. I won't let you die, absolutely not, never!"
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Meng Yue and Bai Zhengyuan seemed to have returned to their old ways, but there was a barrier in their hearts now.
These days, she had been keeping a close watch on Bai Zhengyuan's movements.
Meng Yue found that he indeed had some unusual channels, and over the years, since she had never inquired, she had always been in the dark.
