Li Yeqi's heart ached unbearably, thinking about how much she must despise herself because of her mother.
"Xixi, no one can choose their birth, and I am so grateful that you were born into this world 24 years ago, allowing me to meet and love you. Please stop blaming yourself, okay?" The man's soft voice sounded in her ear.
Yan Luoxi rested her chin on his shoulder and sobbed. The self she loathed had become his fortune. Her small hand clutched tightly at his clothes as if grasping the last straw, wanting to be saved by him.
Li Yeqi patted her back softly, watching her cry in his arms, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, fearing she would keep all her worries to herself, which would inevitably lead to her breakdown.
As Yan Luoxi cried herself to sleep, her dreams were peaceful, and a faint smile curled the corners of her mouth.
