"We'll go back whenever you want to go back," Yan Ye had said; for this vacation, he had no agenda.
Wherever we end up, that's where we'll be.
"Oh, if I have to call the kids every day, I don't think I can stay here for long."
Lian Xinying understood this feeling very well.
Because whenever Yan Ye heard his daughter's voice, he too wanted nothing more than to go home and hold her.
"Yan Ye, actually, I really want to know how you see Xixi in your heart." If Lian Xinying didn't think about who Xixi's father was, just looking at Xixi felt pretty much the same as looking at Miaomiao.
Because they are both her children.
But for Yan Ye, it was certainly different.
"I see her as a life. Or rather, as an extension of the third child we lost." Thinking this way is the only way to feel better.
Yan Ye's answer was impeccable, but Lian Xinying still felt a pang of guilt.
