As the middle-aged man turned to look at his surroundings, Xue Xue who was standing in the crowd suddenly covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. She threw the things in her hands onto the ground. If it wasn't for someone suddenly pulling the bag for her, she would probably have had to buy it again.
Even though the flame appeared and quietly took away all the snow, he had seen what had happened, and he didn't want to ask. However, when he saw his mother like this, he couldn't ask any questions.
By the time Yixue got home, she had calmed down a lot. She silently went to the kitchen and started to prepare dinner for his son. Standing on his balcony, Xiao Yan could still see the situation on the other side.
He was also very excited. It was the first time in his life that he had met someone who could be his father. How could he hide his excitement? He thought of the suffering they had endured, and he kept telling himself that the man was an enemy, an enemy, an enemy.
The table was quiet. Yi Xue looked at her son and lowered her head silently.
"All these years, I know that you've always wanted to ask me why you didn't have a father. Forgive me for not being able to pass through that trial and refusing to say it." There was a calmness in her voice, but she knew how much her heart was moved.
"Mom. Let's eat first. The food will be cold later and it won't taste good anymore. " Yu Yan was afraid that she wouldn't be able to accept the fact that they were abandoned, so she wanted to stop Snow from talking.
"Little Flame, mother knows that you have been wronged for the past few years, but mother really has no other choice." Tears rolled down his cheeks and into the bowl, merging with the white rice.
"Mom, don't say anymore. I've never blamed you. We still live very well without that person, don't we? " Seeing her son feigning calmness, Yi Xue gently held his hand.
"There are things that you need to know the entire time, and I have a premonition that this day is not very far away. "Rather than getting the truth from someone else, it would be better to let your mother personally tell you. Wouldn't that save you a lot of trouble?" Yi Xue looked at her son gently. From his wistful yet timid eyes, she could see the worry in his heart.
After putting down the chopsticks, Yi Xue's mind went back to 28 years ago.
That year, Yixue was only sixteen. She was still a young girl, living a life without worries. Suddenly, an unexpected guest came to the house and told her parents that within three days, they were all required to move out of the place where they lived. Yi Xue panicked. She saw the guilty look on her father's face and saw her mother's eyes brimming with hatred.
Only then did she realize that her father had gone to gamble again. Not only that, but he had also filled up her house.
Three days later, Yi Xue stood alone in the pitch black night with a bloodstained suicide note in her hand. She couldn't shed a single tear. Her mother was afraid her father would gamble again and sell her to someone else, so her mother killed her father and killed herself. Her mother still had a smile on her face as she left, knowing that she would no longer worry about her daughter, that she would be sold after her husband's gamble.
From that day onwards, Yi Xue moved to a small, dark, shabby house. Every day, she would have to work in many places to earn money to earn her living and tuition fees.