Though Wu Yao was hungry, he really had no appetite. He only drank a small half-bowl of soup, and then felt too uncomfortable to drink more.
Jiang Yun looked at Wu Yao's increasingly thin face, filled with heartache. She put down her bowl, sighed heavily, and advised, "It's been three years, if Yiyi still had feelings for you, she would have come back long ago... Ah, Xiaowu, just forget her. You're so outstanding, and there are so many good girls chasing you. Why make yourself suffer like this?"
This was not the first time Jiang Yun had said these words.
Bei Yiyi had gone abroad for three years without returning, and during these three years, they hadn't stayed in touch at all. On the contrary, Wu Yao visited them almost every other day. Now, in Bei Changsheng and Jiang Yun's hearts, Wu Yao was not like their son-in-law, but more like a son.
Their own daughter treated Wu Yao so heartlessly, but they were the ones who felt heartache for Wu Yao.
