Ye Junqing closed his eyes when he thought of his daughter and how he had let Li Zhen down. When he opened them again, there was a blood-red glow in them.
Moreover, he had always remembered how his mother had died.
He wanted to say, mother, you're wrong.
If possible, she really didn't want to return to the ye clan.
However, if he didn't return to the ye family, he would just be an ordinary person. He might not have the chance to get to know Xie Lizhen.
The time they spent together was still beautiful to him.
That was the happiest time of his life. He had even forgotten the task the ye family had given him.
Sometimes, when one was too deeply immersed in the act, one would not be able to tell what was the act and what was reality.
Now, he had to put on an act in front of those old foxes every day.
After all, he had lived here for more than 20 years, and he was used to living with a mask.
