Ye Wu hesitated for a moment and softly said, "Mother, if you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."
She actually didn't have much curiosity about that father.
This life, she had never crossed paths with him, so might as well never cross paths.
Ye Liuyun shook her head and said softly, "Before, I didn't plan to say much. But this time, when the Golden Crow Fire suddenly went out of control, I realized something. Little Wu, this matter relates to you as well, you need to listen carefully."
Ye Wu's eyes involuntarily narrowed.
The loss of control of the Golden Crow Fire... was actually related to that father of hers?
If she remembered correctly, since her birth, her mother had never interacted with that person.
A hint of reminiscence flashed in Ye Liuyun's eyes, and she said slowly, "At the beginning, this Golden Crow Fire was a gift from him."
Ye Wu was momentarily stunned.
