After reading the letter, Ye Jiuliang calmly folded the letter paper, but her pale knuckles betrayed her fluctuating emotions.
She put the envelope back in the wooden box, relocked it, and then turned to look out the window.
Gazing at the receding scenery, memories sealed deep within her mind surged like floodwaters released from a dam.
The woman, like a lotus, often in a water-blue long dress, in front of her, she frequently saw in the woman's eyes an inconsolable sorrow.
"Mommy, I want to go out and play."
"No, you haven't practiced piano today, and your daddy will be back in a few days. You need to perform well for mommy."
"But Ye Miao and the others say daddy doesn't like me, that's why he never comes back to see us." The girl lowered her head, her delicate face full of loss.
The woman's tender smile froze on her face, "That's not true. Daddy has gone to work, he's very busy, Liangliang don't listen to others' nonsense, daddy will come back soon."
