"Don't cry, Qingqing, don't cry..."
Yao Huai cherished this girl more than anything in his life; he had written his will when she turned ten, leaving all his inheritance to Yao Qing.
In other words, since she was ten, he never considered remarrying; his whole heart belonged to her.
He swore to spoil Yao Qing into a princess envied by everyone—she was destined to be the little princess of Yaocheng.
But now, seeing his once treasured princess... his heart was almost ripping apart with pain.
He dared not think about what Yao Qing had gone through these past four years.
The year he went in, she was only eighteen.
With tears streaming down relentlessly, Yao Qing's eyes traced the outline of Yao Huai through the glass, each glance downward intensifying her pain.
"Daddy's doing quite well in here. Daddy is also following the prison's rules, and soon Daddy will be out. My dear girl, don't cry, Daddy is also very sad..."
Yao Qing didn't speak.
