The night was deep and quiet.
Yan Qianyi leaned back in the lounge chair, flipping through her mother's diary.
Her mother had recorded every bit of her growth in that diary.
Looking at the contents, she seemed to see the happy scenes of their family in the past.
Tears uncontrollably fell down her cheeks.
Mu Yunlie pushed the door open and came in; she quickly raised her hand to wipe away the tears, but he still saw them.
He sat down next to her, "Thinking about Mom again?"
Yan Qianyi gently nodded, "The fuzzy memories from my childhood have gradually become clear after reading Mom's diary. It feels like everything happened just yesterday, back then, our family was really happy."
Comparing those times to the current state of the Yan Family, sorrow naturally welled up within her.
Mu Yunlie tenderly wiped away Yan Qianyi's tears, "In the past, your happiness was given by Mom, from now on, I will be responsible for your happiness."
