"If you want to know, why not ask him yourself?" Dan Hanjie caressed her cheek with his large hand and softly spoke.
"I want to know now. You knew from the start that my dad wasn't dead, didn't you? Why did you lie to me? Back then, I was so unreasonable to you..."
Thinking of that time, Qin Youxuan felt an indescribable guilt for her cold words towards Dan Hanjie.
"Do you want the truth?" Dan Hanjie brushed his long fingers over her eyebrows and eyes, glanced down at her, and only after she nodded, he softly spoke, "I wasn't sure either if he would die like that or be able to wake up. There's something you better be prepared for."
The fact that Ye Zhanxing had stomach cancer couldn't be kept a secret forever.
He never planned to hide it.
Birth, aging, illness, and death are the most ordinary things.
Ye Zhanxing living until this day, being forgiven by everyone, and watching his daughter get married, he should be satisfied.
