Yan Ye stopped his work and rushed home.
Had Lian Xinying received some information that prompted her to say "My dad isn't dead"?
Had she seen it, or heard about it? Had she come across some kind of evidence?
Yan Ye didn't know.
He could only return home to ask for the details.
It was already September, and Xiaocheng had been sent to a nearby kindergarten.
Lian Xinying was at home alone, waiting for Yan Ye to come back.
The waiting was long and agonizing.
In her eyes, there was anticipation mixed with unease.
What exactly was the answer? Would it all turn out to be false hope?
If her father was alive, why hadn't he looked for her in all these years? With this thought, Lian Xinying began to doubt.
If her father was alive, he would surely have contacted her, even secretly; he would never have ignored her. So what was the deal with the photograph? The music box?
These mysteries, like vines, entwined around Lian Xinying.
