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"I really envy you." She leaned against the windowsill, gazing at the tall camphor tree outside, its lush branches and leaves swayed by the gentle breeze casting a faint green shadow. Her hair, too, danced in the air with the wind. When Yu Zexiao turned around to look, all he saw was the sunlight spilling over her face, melting her entire visage into the light, creating an incredibly surreal illusion.
"Your father, no matter how demanding or overbearing he is, at least you can still see him." She squinted her eyes slightly as if time had intertwined, transporting her back to the past, back to her father's side.
Yu Zexiao had never inquired about Jian Anning's family or her background. Seeing her somber expression now, he was somewhat perplexed, "Did your parents divorce? Do you live with your mother?"
"You could say that." Indeed, her parents had divorced not long after she was born. After her father died, she had returned to her mother's side.
