Ye Jian's lips trembled when she saw her father's ashen face.
She didn't dare to say it because she was afraid that her father would be so sad when he found out. He loved her mother so much and hoped to reunite with her.
In the end, as his daughter, she had to shatter the hope he had for more than 20 years with her own hands.
"Dad, these are the words Mom wrote in her diary. I don't have the diary with me now. When I go home next time, I'll let you read Mom's diary. Mom really didn't hate you." Ye Jian didn't dare to say anything else. She just hoped that these words would make her father feel better.
"Silly girl, your mother didn't hate me but she was disappointed in me. She was disappointed…"
Mr. Fu shook his head lightly. He seemed to be laughing and crying at the same time. He was so sad that his shoulders collapsed. "There's a saying that loss is the greatest sorrow… Silly daughter, your mother's heart had already died. How could she still hate me?"
