However, Li Beicheng stared at her deeply, his eyes devoid of any tenderness or affection, filled only with impatience.
Yan Shuirou, dispirited, slightly curved her lips, then like a willow swaying in the wind, she stepped backwards and left, deserting Ya'er as she rushed out the door.
"Daddy, it, it hurts so much!" Ya'er's cries weakened, and with tears streaming down her face, she sobbed, feeling an inexplicable bitterness in her heart.
She couldn't yet articulate sentiments like 'one feels sorrow when his comrades suffer' or 'when one falls the other feels the cold', she only knew that Aunt Ya'er, who loved her the most, had also been driven away by the wicked woman, leaving her behind in the Li Family, where her great-grandmother didn't like her, and daddy despised her, truly leaving her as a lone soul.
Helpless, Li Beicheng furrowed his brows and decided to momentarily ignore the clearly disturbed Yan Xiaye, as he dialed for the doctor.
