Hearing such a shocking piece of news, Qin Yiren's rosy lips pressed tightly together, and her already pale face grew even more ashen.
Even if she no longer remembered her parents' faces or voices, they were still the irreplaceable family in her life, yet she no longer had any chance to see her father again.
"Yiren, for me and your mother, being able to find you while we're still alive matters more than anything."
Qin Er raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head; gentle and easygoing like a friendly boy from next door, he continued unhurriedly, "You don't have to suppress your emotions. Even if you hate us, that would be only natural."
In all those years of having lost their little sister, everyone in the Qin Family had been punished by their own conscience, but that was the punishment they deserved; the one who had been hurt the most was always Qin Yiren herself.
