You Yi was very thin now. Yan qingsi remembered the first time he hugged her. She could still feel his broad shoulders, but now ... They were so thin that she felt a little uncomfortable.
Yan qingsi raised her arms and hugged you Yi. Her eyes were sore."When I was young, I would always be envious when I saw other children being held by their fathers. I would always think that it would be great if I had a father like that ... Unfortunately, I don't have one."
Her father was someone ... Who would never give her any love. The word 'fatherly love' had nothing to do with Yan Songnan, and the word 'father' was not important to him.
After she grew up, the things that happened made Yan qingsi feel that fatherly love was a joke to her. It was like sarcasm, constantly reminding her that her father killed the only person who still loved her.
Yan qingsi had never thought that one day, at this age, she would meet someone who loved her like a father.
