Lu Jijun's voice echoed around the room, and his eyes brimmed with a look of tenderness that Qin Lili had never seen before.
His voice was also gentle like a breeze rustling through the leaves.
"She waited for him, but he never returned. Then one day, she received the news of your father's demise. Back then, I urged your mother to abort the child or to marry me. I promised her that I would treat the child like my own, but your mother refused. One morning, she left without a word and returned to Jiameng Town, her hometown, where she gave birth to you. Shortly after giving birth, she wrote me a letter, where she mentioned that she had dreamt of your father. He was standing in the snow by himself and lamented to her about how cold he felt. She told me that she wanted to look for him."
Tears welled up in Lu Jijun's eyes at the thought of that letter, which was his last correspondence with Ye Linlang.
