Ye Qian used to stay right beside the family and had seen how much the family of the boy wailed and cried after losing their only child, later all he knew was that they left the town and went back to their village to live.
While Ye Qian remembered this his heart couldn't help but tremble after he thought about the lady's cry and shouts after the boy died.
"Papa, papa..."
He was brought back as he heard Little Jia call for him, seeing her, a tender smile appeared on his lips and he patted her head.
He didn't know why but he felt like his meeting with Little Jia was destined as he continued to spend more time with her.
Ye Qian sighed and then glanced at Little Qiqi.
His heart moved as he saw that although her head was low, there were a few tears on her nose tip, it was clear that she was crying.
Ye Qian's heart turned heavy and he brought Little Qiqi to him and tried to make her look up.
"Butterfly, look at Papa."
