"No matter what, this will always be Ah You's sanctuary."
Yun Jiang said, gently rubbing Yun You's little head with his hand, his broad palm as warm and reassuring as ever.
But Yun You froze.
She had always thought that the illusion in front of her was merely wearing the skin of her parents, a pure fake that existed only because of her past memories...
Yet now, after Yun Jiang expressed that concern, the little girl felt a bit confused.
This selfless care and love without expecting anything in return, only her real parents could give her.
"Drip... drip..."
Unnoticed, scalding tears flowed down Yun You's face.
First it was silent sobs, then gradually turned into loud wailing, tears falling like rain.
This was the only time in a year the little girl cried not because of a "conspiracy."
She threw herself into her father's embrace, crying without a care, not minding anyone's gaze or the consequences of crying.
