Struggling to accept the news of her parents' death, Ye Ningyue lay before her parents' tombstone, crying her heart out.
She didn't know how long she had cried, recounting the bitterness and pain of these years, until her mind went blank and she passed out.
When she awoke, she found herself back in the hotel, lying on the same wide and comfortable Simmons bed.
Beside the bed sat the man who claimed to be her father's adopted son, named Ying Qi.
Her mind was still blank, staring at the ceiling with a pale face and purple lips, looking as lifeless as a doll.
She vaguely remembered that her parents' tombstone had the date of establishment engraved on it, which was fifteen years ago.
This meant that her parents had passed away fifteen years ago.
At that time, she was only three years old.
Three years old, oblivious to everything, other children would have been in their parents' arms, enjoying endless affection.
But what about her?
