Wen Yu sat with a somber expression for a while, looking at Wen Ke: "If I had relatives who couldn't bear to part with me like this, even a short life would be worth it."
"Sister Xiao Yu..." Wen Ke gently patted her, sighed, and didn't persuade further. She had heard about Wen Yu's life story from Old Mrs. Wen, and naturally understood how strong her longing for family affection was.
"It's okay, these years I've already gotten used to it. It's just that when I see Ye'er being cared for by her aunt like this, I can't help but feel a bit sad.
However, I believe my mom and dad must love me too. They must have had no choice but to leave me for some reason."
Wen Ke nodded vigorously: "It must be like that. There are no parents who don't love their own child, it's absolute!"
Wen Yu sighed lightly: "You can't really say that, there are also heartless parents, but I believe mine aren't like that."
