'And she claims she can't develop an artist's talent? Otherwise, how could Chen Jiao be able to both create pharmaceuticals and compose music?'
Chen Jiao, of course, had no idea Qi Zhen was feeling down. She only knew she had struck it rich. Even if she only took a ten-percent cut of the album sales, she was wealthy. Once the money hit her account, she could hire a good doctor for her dad and save up for his medical expenses.
Tan You's heart softened. Despite Chen Jiao's talk about buying a house, the moment she saw the money, her thoughts were still with Chen Qing. The bond between this father and daughter was truly touching.
One, so young, facing a world of deceit just to buy time for her comatose father. The other, lying unconscious for so many years, barely able to survive himself, yet still worrying about his daughter struggling in the world of fame and fortune.
It had to be said that sorrow came in countless forms, but happiness was often one and the same.
