"You and Xinyue are both alike, not getting any younger yet still unsettled. How can anyone have peace of mind?" Han Zhen sighed heavily.
Looking at the two daughters before him—one by blood, and the other dearer than blood—he felt a weight in his chest. In truth, what weighed most heavily on his mind was not just their affairs, but the lingering sorrow for those who were gone. Whether it was Mengyun's mother or Xinyue's mother, he missed them both constantly. Now well into his years, with his daughters busy at work and rarely keeping him company, it was inevitable that a man nearing sixty should feel a profound loneliness. Alone year in and year out, how could a person not eventually break down?
Han Mengyun and Tang Xinyue exchanged a glance, then simultaneously turned their gaze toward Ye Chen.
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