Ying Qian showed no signs of grief, only numbness.

No one would condemn her for being ruthless or cold-blooded; instead, some would praise her composure.

Her mother, whom she had always worried about, passed away on this day of national celebration. She felt relieved, knowing that she would have to walk her own path from now on, just as she had always done before.

She always felt that the days spent studying at foreign universities were like an eternity.

She was taken care of by her stepfather, and he indeed did not have any contact with other women, living a very simple life.

He hopes to one day return to the hometown of the woman he loves.

But he needs to earn money first to ensure his daughter can live a happy life.

He felt his mission was to continue what his loved one had envisioned, to watch his daughter get married and have children.

He didn't know what this meant in their country, but he had to do it.

The mature woman in the photo on the wall is smiling, and he smiles too as he looks at the continuation of the woman's bloodline.

"Sigh, you promised me you'd let me go back to China to go to university next year!"

"Of course!"

In the days that followed, Meng Beiyan often came to visit her.

She didn't want to see that face and hid in her room, refusing to go out.

But she will receive letters from Xu Tiantian.

The letter complained about the exhausting life of senior year of high school, and the last few words of blessing were not in her handwriting. Ying Qian could tell that it was written by Gu Xinan.

The person never mentioned in the letter was the one Ying Qian cared about most.

She had a vague feeling that Meng Beiyan was behind it all...

But there was nothing I could do; I couldn't contact him, and he had changed his number.