Li Yeqi's heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe. He never understood why she adopted Yanling even though her life abroad wasn't better than at home. It turned out they once had a child.
He gripped her shoulders with both hands, his eyes fixed on her, "Yan Luoxi, this isn't a dream, is it? This is real, isn't it?"
Yan Luoxi looked away, her heart filled with a chilling sorrow. Seeing him in such pain, she suddenly softened. How could she tell him that those cruel events were caused by his own family?
Old Mr. Li was the murderer, Chief Li was the accomplice, and his mother was a sacrifice under the guise of aristocratic interests. During her five years abroad, she often awoke from nightmares, gritting her teeth with hatred. How much more so for him?
He was indeed the person who experienced the deepest feelings.
