"Young Master, I dreamt last night that Dad was kidnapped, I'm very worried about him. I'm afraid you won't let me visit him, so..." So she left without permission, almost scared out of her wits by her own dream.
"Is that kind of man really worth saving time and again?" Beitang Yao cast a glance at her, raised an eyebrow, and asked.
Xia Qingqian put down the fork in her hand, a trace of grievance and sorrow in her eyes, "He is my only family. Without him, I don't know what to do..." Her voice tinged with sadness.
Beitang Yao's body stiffened slightly, his mind repeating the words Xia Qingqian had just said: He is my only family. Without him, I don't know what to do...
At one time, he too had said something like this: Mommy, you are my only family, how could you harden your heart and leave me all alone—
The air suddenly congealed; he began to struggle to breathe, a suffocating stream coursing through his chest.
