"Ye Bei, where is my father?" Pu Qingyin's eyes looked a little tired.
From the door of the yard, she walked to the lobby.
When she saw Ye Bei sitting alone on the table in the middle of the lobby, she was taken aback for a while, and then couldn't help asking.
"He's gone." Ye Bei held the folding fan and slowly turned his head, looking at the girl in front of him.
"Gone?" Pu Qingyin stood still, her body stunned.
At this moment, a bright red sun rose slowly, and the light emitted from it was clearer than before. Those lights were scattered in the streets, in the yard, on the trees, and on Pu Qingyin's body.
"Yeah, he went to find the answer he wants." Ye Bei added.
"Impossible!" Pu Qingyin heard it and shook her head again and again. "I have been at the door yesterday. If he left, why didn't I see him leave, and why didn't he tell me?"
Pu Qingyin's voice became smaller and smaller as there was a bit of sadness on her face.
