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"Dad, you won't die, don't leave me, Dad, don't you love me? Don't leave me, I don't want you to go, I don't want you to go, Dad, I will take good care of you, your illness will definitely get better, sob sob sob sob..." Eight-year-old Ou Zihan lay by the hospital bed, looking at her dying father, tears streaming down her face.

"Han'er, Dad won't be able to be by your side anymore. You are a man, you must be strong and brave, support this family, and take good care of your mother. Dad will be watching over you from heaven and protecting you forever..." Dad slowly closed his eyes, his pale and weak hands falling heavily to the side of the bed.

"Dad, wake up! Wake up! You still have to watch me grow up. I haven't repaid your kindness in raising me yet. Dad, you must wake up..."

As Ou Zihan recalled all of this, a bright tear rolled down her dark eyes... Dad, I miss you so much. Are you really watching over me from heaven?

Dad, you're such a good person. You always support me and encourage me to get what I want, unlike Mom, who always forces me to have things I don't want. Dad, tell me, why does Mom do that? Dad, tell me, what should I do?

Perhaps I am an unlucky child...

Dad, I wanted to love you properly, but I lost the chance to love you.

Dad, I want to love Mom properly, but I don't know how.

Dad, am I really such a hateful child that Mom treats me like this?

Tears blurred his vision...

...

After Luo Xiaoyi returned home, she developed a high fever. Luo Bin took care of her for half the night until her fever finally subsided.

The next day, Luo Xiaoyi came to the Ou residence again after work. This time, she was lucky and did not see Li Mei blocking her way. She finally entered the Ou residence smoothly.

When she arrived at the living room, Butler Zhao told her that Young Master Ou was in the study and asked her to go and inform him first. However, Butler Zhao never returned.

She sat on the familiar sofa in the living room, waiting quietly. The scenes of her and Ou Shao being happily together flashed before her eyes. Everything seemed to have just happened yesterday, and today it was completely different.

The room was still the same room, the sofa was still the same sofa, and everything in the room remained unchanged. The antique vase on the side table was still there, and the fresh lilies she loved were still blooming inside, their fragrance pleasant, yet tinged with a sense of melancholy.

Could it be? Does Li Mei also like lilies? A hint of sadness flashed in her eyes...

She, Luo Xiaoyi, was no longer the young mistress of this family. Everything had become a thing of the past, leaving only a faint sadness... only a desolate and lonely lingering regret...

Is this what love is like? It's so tragic...