On the other side.

Ye Zhengxiong clutched a yellowed photograph tightly in his hand.

In the photo, a gentle and beautiful woman smiles radiantly, her eyes radiating an indescribable tenderness. That is his deceased wife, Ye Yuyan's mother, Su Wan.

"Wan'er..." Ye Zhengxiong's voice was hoarse as his rough fingers gently stroked the familiar face in the photo.

"Our daughter...our Yuyan has been in trouble..."

His eyes were moist, tears welling up but never falling.

"Tell me, did I do something wrong? I shouldn't have been so impulsive, I shouldn't have gotten angry at Lin Fan..."

Ye Zhengxiong murmured to himself as he looked at the photograph.

"But I really can't control myself... The thought of Yu Yan possibly encountering something terrible makes my heart ache..."

"Wan'er, tell me, what should I do? How can I find our daughter..."

Ye Zhengxiong's voice grew softer and softer until it almost turned into a silent sob.

He held the photo tightly.

In the corridor, nurses hurried by pushing medicine carts, and the occasional sound of family members crying only highlighted the silence and desolation in the ward.

Ye Zhengxiong slowly sat on the hospital bed, staring blankly out the window.

Night had fallen.

But this prosperity had nothing to do with him.

His world has completely collapsed with the disappearance of his daughter.

"Wan'er, do you still remember? Back then... back when you were pregnant with Yu Yan, how happy we were..." Ye Zhengxiong's thoughts drifted back to that sunny afternoon more than twenty years ago.

At that time, he and Su Wan were still very young. They had just gotten married and lived in a small villa in the suburbs.

Su Wan is pregnant, and Ye Zhengxiong is overjoyed, wishing he could present her with the best of everything in the world.

He would accompany Su Wan for walks every day, tell her stories, and stroke her slightly protruding belly, feeling the throbbing of new life.

"Wan'er, tell me, will our child look like you or like me?" Ye Zhengxiong once asked Su Wan.

Su Wan smiled and said, "Just like you, just as smart and capable as you."

Ye Zhengxiong shook his head: "No, I hope she is like you, as beautiful and kind as you."

They were full of hope for the future, imagining what their child would look like after birth, and envisioning a happy and fulfilling life for their family.

However, no one expected that fate would be so cruel, delivering a fatal blow to them at their happiest moment.

Su Wan suffered a difficult childbirth. Although she gave birth to Ye Yuyan with all her might, she herself passed away.

Holding his infant daughter in his arms, Ye Zhengxiong looked at his wife's cold body and felt as if the sky had fallen.

He couldn't accept this fact, and he would rather give anything to save his wife's life.

However, it was all too late to turn back.

He was left to raise his young daughter alone, enduring the pain of losing his beloved.

"Wan'er, do you know? Actually... actually, you gave birth to more than just Yu Yan back then..."

Ye Zhengxiong's voice trembled as he revealed a secret he had kept hidden in his heart for many years.

"You gave birth to twins...two daughters..."

His tears finally flowed uncontrollably, dripping onto the photograph and blurring into a watery stain.

"But...but another child...was...stolen..."

"I've been looking for her for over twenty years... I've searched everywhere... but I just can't find her..."

He gripped his hair tightly, his nails digging deep into his scalp.

Back then, Su Wan had a difficult childbirth, and Ye Zhengxiong waited anxiously outside the delivery room.

Suddenly, a nurse ran out carrying a baby, saying that the child needed emergency care.

Ye Zhengxiong was extremely anxious and followed the nurse to the emergency room.

However, when he returned to the delivery room, he found only Su Wan's cold body and another baby crying loudly.

The baby that the nurse took away has disappeared without a trace.

Ye Zhengxiong then realized that he had been deceived.

That nurse wasn't a nurse at the hospital at all.

She was a human trafficker who stole his other daughter.

Ye Zhengxiong reported the incident to the police, who are now conducting a full investigation.

However, in those days, surveillance facilities were not yet perfect, and clues were scarce, so there was simply no way to investigate.

Ye Zhengxiong was unwilling to give up, and he used all his connections and resources to search for his daughter's whereabouts.

He searched for welfare homes and orphanages all over the country, and even went abroad.

However, there was still no news.

More than 20 years have passed.

Ye Zhengxiong has transformed from a spirited young man into a middle-aged man who has experienced many hardships.

He never gave up hope of finding his daughter.

However, each hope only brought greater disappointment.

"Wan'er, tell me, will I never find her again? Am I destined to grow old alone?"

Ye Zhengxiong's voice was hoarse and filled with despair.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on Su Wan's face in the photo.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, as if he had discovered something incredible.

"This...this..." Ye Zhengxiong's voice trembled as he pointed at Su Wan in the photo, then looked at Lin Yue's figure that had just left, her face deeply imprinted in his mind.

“So similar…so similar…” Ye Zhengxiong murmured to himself, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

Just now, when Lin Yue appeared at the door of the ward, Ye Zhengxiong had a strange sense of familiarity.

He felt that Lin Yue's eyes and brows bore a striking resemblance to Su Wan's.

Especially her smile, it's exactly like Su Wan's.

At first, Ye Zhengxiong thought he was hallucinating because he missed his wife too much.

But now, the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Lin Yue's appearance is not just similar to Su Wan, but practically a carbon copy of Su Wan when she was young.

Is this...is this just a coincidence?

Ye Zhengxiong's heart began to pound violently, and a strong premonition surged into his mind.

He felt that he might have found her, that he had found his daughter who had been lost for many years.

“No…impossible…this is impossible…” Ye Zhengxiong shook his head, trying to deny this absurd idea, “Lin Yue is Lin Fan’s sister…she is a daughter of the Lin family…how could this be…”

But a voice inside him kept telling him that it was true, it was true.

Ye Zhengxiong's breathing became rapid. He suddenly stood up, wanting to rush out and find Lin Yue to get to the bottom of things.

However, he suddenly felt weak and almost fell to the ground.

"Calm down... calm down... Ye Zhengxiong, you must calm down..." he told himself. "This matter cannot be handled impulsively; we must investigate it thoroughly..."

This is no small matter. If Lin Yue really is his daughter, what does that mean?

On the other side.

Lin Yue sat in the passenger seat, her elbows resting on the window, her chin propped up, her eyes somewhat unfocused as she gazed at the scenery rushing past outside, her thoughts seemingly wandering elsewhere.

"Sigh..." She sighed softly, turned to look at Lin Fan who was focused on driving, and hesitated before speaking.