"Dad, what exactly happened that day?" Xia Yinian pressed her lips together and asked quietly.
Xia Liyuan shook his head, his expression immediately darkening.
"Rourou didn't show up that day, nor did she ask for leave. I happened to be on a business trip that day so I didn't know about this. By the time I returned, it was already evening."
"The babysitter called to say Rourou hadn't come home by around ten o'clock and her phone was off. I called the company and that's when I found out she was absent."
"Just like that, I searched for a whole year and still couldn't find any trace of her, and you, from the day after she disappeared, moved into my home."
Reflecting on the past, Xia Liyuan's mood shifted from initial joy, to anxiety, and finally to indifference.
Every change in his expression was for the same person.
Xia Yinian didn't know how charming her mom must have been at that time to capture a man's thoughts for over a decade in just three months.
