They are the same kind of people, both obsessed with love, but one unable to let go of hatred.
Leng Yixiu couldn't help but imagine what Mother Leng's reaction would be if one day she discovered that Shi Yi was actually Lin Yixun. Leaning back against the leather sofa, he closed his eyes and felt like God had given him an enormous dilemma. One was the mother who gave birth to him, the other the woman he had loved most in his life. If such a situation arose, how would he handle it?
At that moment, a noise came from the entrance. Leng Yixiu slowly opened his eyes to see Xiao Yi Xun running toward him, with her small arms outstretched.
"Daddy, hug me."
Leng Yixiu's eyes softened a bit as he smiled and lifted Xiao Yi Xun onto the sofa.
"Lift me high."
Leng Yixiu laughed and tapped her nose. "You're really pushing your luck."
