Bai Xue stared at her husband with eyes that could seem to devour a person, yet Ye He Ping didn't look at his wife at all. Seeing his younger daughter speak these words, he nodded in satisfaction. Although his wife's actions were becoming more unstable, at least his younger daughter wasn't being misled. As for her struggles with learning, Ye He Ping never demanded much—some things were innate, just like how the younger daughter excelled in the arts while the older daughter excelled in studies.
"Dad, I'll go talk to mom," Ye Qian wiped the tears from her face, forced a smile, and only when her father nodded did she pull Soul Eater's mother back to the West Room.
With the door closed, and only mother and daughter in the room, the warmth on Ye Qian's face faded, turning cold as she sat on the bed with her mother, "Mom, if you truly care about me, stop causing such scenes in the future. Acting like this will only push dad further away. Do you want dad to look at us like strangers?"
