Ding Yiyi called him twitchedly, "Dad!"

Ding Dacheng patted the back of her hand, and his voice was also squeaked, "Dad, I'm sorry for you. I haven't given you a better life since I was a child, so I hope you can be happy. If you think she can bring you happiness, then Dad agree."

She couldn't cry after listening to her father's words. Ding Dacheng choked and helped her wipe her tears, "Silly child, why are you crying? You will be an adult in the future, so you can't cry."

Ding Yiyi nodded while wiping her tears. The father and daughter calmed down for a while, and Ding Dacheng spoke again, "Although it is an engagement, do you want to invite your mother and father over? After all, it will be a lifelong thing."

Not wanting to disobey him and make him worried, she nodded repeatedly, Ding Dacheng stood up and took out a tape recorder from his clothes and put it in her palm, "Your aunt took this out of your bag."

She stared at the tape recorder in her palm in a daze. The memories buried deep in her heart strongly invaded her thoughts. She trembled and pressed the play button, "Yiyi."

The moment the low voice came out, she immediately turned off the phone in panic, and tears flowed down unstoppable. He took root in her heart, and then it rotted. It hurt so much that she could only wrap the wound with a thick bandage without touching it, but the wound could only temporarily relieve the pain under the bandage, and after a brief relief, it would be even more heart-wrenching.

Tears soaked the beige pillow. She bit the corner of the quilt tightly to prevent herself from crying. Her eyes were sore and swollen that she couldn't bear it. She didn't know how long she had cried until she fell asleep in a daze.

She returned to the dark basement. Zhang Tang's crazy laughter echoed in every corner of the basement. She panicked and looked for the exit everywhere, surrounded by orange-red flames. Suddenly the door opened. Ye Nianmo stood at the door, his calm eyes passing through her and didn't know who he was looking at.

"Nian Mo!" She struggled with joy and wanted to run up. A figure was faster than herself. Ao Xue hugged Ye Nian Mo, and he slowly said word by word: "I only want her."

There was a storm around her. Every inch of her skin was burned. She shouted, she screamed, but she could only watch his back. The door was closed again and she was buried in a sea of ​​fire.

She suddenly woke up as her body fell from a high altitude, her forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat. She sat up in a panic. The clock showed that at three o'clock in the morning, she got out of bed in panic.

When she opened the door, the windows in the corridor were not closed. The cool wind blew over, and the clothes soaked in sweat were pressed tighter on their backs. Next to it was Ye Chuyun's room. She approached and pressed her head against the brown door. The cold touch gradually calmed down the flames of anxiety and sadness in her heart.

"You can get happiness this time." She whispered in a low voice and left after a long time.

In the room, Ye Chuyun's face was covered with dense beads of sweat. He breathed rapidly. His five fingers curled up into chicken feet due to insufficient blood supply. The fingernail cap was a faint blue color, and the medicine bottle was scattered everywhere. His whole body was curled up in a ball, and he could only try his best to breathe to relieve the pain in his chest.

The next day, Ding Yiyi got up early in the morning and was about to call Ye Chuyun, but saw a letter left by Ye Chuyun on the bed.

The quilts were folded neatly. Ding Yiyi opened the letter and said a few simple words to go back to Los Angeles to do business and would come back in three days.

Ding Yiyi took out her cell phone and said that the other party's cell phone was already turned off. Ding Dacheng just went upstairs to see all this and his face darkened, "What's going on?"
Chapter completed!