Tang Yaoyao placed her hand on his shoulder, offering him a little warmth, and then squeezed it tightly.
At this moment, Tang Shengze cried like a child.
Every child who comes into this world should be loved, not abandoned.
Dad will definitely feel guilty and blame himself for this.
But who could have imagined that the person who killed her was her own mother?
As Qiao Yanzhi watched his anguish, she seemed to recall her own past, when she too held the urn and cried again and again, questioning why Heaven had treated her this way.
God will not have the answer.
The dead cannot be brought back to life; only the living can endure this pain and be unable to control themselves.
Whether a year, ten years, twenty years have passed, or even as one grows old, thinking about this again will still cause pain.
Qiao Yanzhi spoke up: "Mr. Tang, Yao'er must have a lot to say to you. We'll head back now. Thank you for taking care of Yao'er all these years."
He nodded, but at that moment, he was no longer able to speak.
Tang Yaoyao saw her parents and brothers off.
Xiao Jinhan didn't intend to leave first, but he felt he should give the father and daughter some time in this world, so in the end, he chose to leave with his parents.
As he reached the door, he turned back to look at her and said, "Call me if you want to go home, and I'll come pick you up."
"Um."
After that, the group left.
Tang Yujiao also came to her father's side and gently patted his shoulder: "Dad, you still have me."
Tang Shengze remained silent.
After a long while, he finally looked up at his two daughters, his deep voice still trembling uncontrollably: "Let me have some peace and quiet."
"dad……"
Tang Yaoyao interrupted her: "Dad, remember to come downstairs for dinner tonight."
"Um."
Tang Yujiao and Tang Yaoyao watched him go upstairs.
The living room was now completely quiet.
Tang Yujiao looked around. If it weren't for the heavy feeling still lingering in her heart, she would have thought for a moment that nothing had happened.
Tang Yaoyao sat down on the sofa again, staring at her intently. After a long while, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Aren't you planning to go see your mother?"
Tang Yujiao frowned and turned to look at her: "Will my mother die?"
Tang Yaoyao squinted at her, her eyes showing no sadness, and simply raised an eyebrow: "Of course not, but given my mother's personality, she'll probably only spare her life."
"oh."
It was just a single, understated word.
This was entirely within Tang Yaoyao's expectations. She suddenly realized that Tang Yujiao's resilience and her heart were far stronger than she had imagined.
Tang Yaoyao lowered her eyes with a hint of disdain, then raised her lips in a sarcastic remark: "Oh?"
Tang Yujiao remained unmoved by her sarcasm, simply saying, "She did do something wrong, she killed my sister, didn't she?"
Tang Yaoyao nodded slightly, neither confirming nor denying: "Yes, she did do something wrong."
Her eyes lowered and deepened, becoming cold to the point of being almost ruthless, as she spoke a universally acknowledged truth: "Since that's the case, some pain is meant to be endured, so that we can remember our mistakes and not repeat them."
Tang Yaoyao smiled.
I truly felt her sorrow and grief.
Tang Yujiao frowned: "What are you laughing at?"
She played with her meticulously trimmed nails, blew on them gently, and then said, "I'm laughing at your cold-heartedness and your pretentious act of being moral. Tang Yujiao, you're overdoing it."
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