Seeing Ho Yumeng on the verge of tears, yet trying hard not to cry, Fang Yao couldn't help but say, "Dr. Ho, if you want to cry, just cry. Crying is the release of emotions; holding back is not good for your health."
Qiao Zui listened on the side, clicking his tongue in wonder.
Love is so miraculous!
A person who barely speaks a few words a day has turned into a psychological mentor.
Amazing, amazing.
Ho Yumeng didn't cry; instead, she smiled at him, "I'm fine… I wanted to say… actually, my parents have always loved me dearly, it's just that they are too cowardly, listening to everything my grandfather, grandmother, and uncle say. When my grandfather was critically ill, my mom didn't stay by his side; instead, she went to attend my third uncle's son's full moon banquet, I…"
She clenched her fists, unable to continue.
At that time, she was fifteen years old, right at her most rebellious phase.
