Ye Fuling clutched Ye Han's arm, crying like a tearful figure, "Bro, please don't go, I'm begging you..."
"Dad's been locked up, Grandpa's health deteriorates every day, and you're leaving me here all alone, what am I supposed to do?"
"Bro..."
Ye Han looked at his little sister.
She was the only girl in the Ye Family, raised in the lap of luxury since childhood, a true daddy's girl.
He adored his little sister too, always fiercely protective of her from a young age.
Seeing her cry like this tore at his heart, and he lifted his hand to touch Ye Fuling's head: "Don't cry."
"Bro, promise me you won't leave."
It was just like when they were children, she would clutch his sleeve, crying as she complained that a fence in the backyard had pricked her hand.
Back then, young Ye Han had grabbed his tools and went out to chop down that fence completely.
