Yan's mother feigned shock and said, "Oh dear, look at my memory, I almost forgot to tell you about this... Since the news of your impending marriage is already public knowledge, someone gave me this photograph. I was thinking, since your father-in-law has already passed away, right? But this photo was taken last year... Yingying, take a close look, is this your dad? If your dad is not dead, that would be great, and we could discuss your wedding to Yan Ye!"
With a face that kept changing, Lian Xinying, perhaps too overwhelmed by excitement, clutched the photo tightly and quickly rummaged through her bag to take out her cell phone, dialing her father's number.
She had always kept her father's number.
But after dialing, it wasn't long before a system message came through: "I'm sorry, the number you have reached is not in service."
Her hand holding the phone drooped down in dismay; Lian Xinying let out a heavy sigh, as worry creased her brow.
