"Mom, I will take good care of Yao Beidi from now on," Xiao Ye said. "Even if..."
Even if he couldn't care for himself, he would never let Yao Beidi endure so much pain again.
"It's Mom who got too emotional. Xiao Ye, go sit in the living room; I'll make breakfast," Yao's mother said.
Xiao Ye nodded and walked toward the living room.
Yao's mother continued to wipe her tears, her eyes red and swollen.
Xiao Ye shifted his gaze and then saw Yao Beidi upstairs on the second floor. Yao Beidi just stood there, expressionless, watching them—watching her mother in the kitchen and watching Xiao Ye in the living room. She suddenly turned around and went back into her room.
Sometimes, she deliberately shielded herself from certain sorrowful scenes.
Deliberately shielded herself.
That breakfast was ultimately consumed in gloom.
Even though the food was indeed delicious.
After breakfast, Xiao Ye drove Yao's mother and Yao Beidi to the psychological center.
