Yan Xiaye caught his breath.
He had asked Li Yuntang to inquire about Qin Yiren's family and knew how much the elders cherished her, the daughter they had lost and found after many years.
After a moment of silence, it was difficult for him to speak, "What did aunt say?"
"Mother was crying and begging me not to do this, Xiaye, I don't mean to break my promise. I am happy to have become friends with you in this lifetime, but apart from this identity, I am first and foremost my mother's daughter, my brother's sister... and I have responsibilities and obligations to fulfill." On the other end of the phone, Qin Yiren sniffled with guilt, her voice choking up as she apologized again, "I'm sorry, Xiaye."
