Sometimes, even she loathed herself. Fortunately, in this world, there was still one person who, no matter what she became, always held her tenderly in his palms. Her Brother Yan would never disgust her. "Brother Yan, there is still hope, you know I’ve been trying so hard all these years, for Miaomiao, and for myself. I want to have children with you, I dream of it, after so many years of treatment, there is hope for us..." Each word pierced deeply into Yan Song’s heart, his beloved girl harbored so much sorrow deep inside. He only resented himself for not being able to bear her burdens. He buried his cheek deeply into her cloud-like hair: "Yaya, it doesn’t matter if we have children; I don’t want you to be too tired..." "No..." Yun Ya clutched tightly at the front of his shirt, stubbornly saying: "I will have them, don’t you remember the dream I told you about? It must be true..." Yan Song sighed. That was a wish deep in her heart. Whether through heaven or hell, life or death, I will always be with you. "Don’t be afraid, I will always be with you." Not knowing when, Yun Ya fell asleep. Yan Song looked at the tear stains still on her face, a sorrow in his heart that words could not express. His heart was filled with dense emotions of affection and pity. He had never been so clear-minded, replaying every word she just said in his head; at this moment, all turned into sweet little knives stabbing brutally at his heart, white blades going in, red blades coming out. Life is full of too many surprises and uncertainties. I only hope that when those surprises come, I can transform into a big tree, sheltering you from the wind and rain, forever, to be your one and only tree... Carefully wiping away the tears on her face, Yan Song leaned half against the headboard, hugging her shoulders, his mind cluttered. The phone suddenly rang. Yan Song was afraid of startling Yun Ya, so he quickly cut the call, covered Yun Ya well with the blanket, and got out of bed to leave the room. Actually, Yun Ya didn’t sleep well at all last night. Probably because it was a new place, she was a bit unfamiliar with the bed, and her sleep was restless. She woke up very early, so this nap was especially deep. She dreamt of her childhood, when she was about two years old. Commonly, children only start remembering things at four or five, yet she remembered everything clearly from when she was two. Ji Lanyi took Miaomiao back from the hospital once more, with unsatisfactory results. Ji Lanyi was very angry and started smashing things. At that time, she could walk steadily and speak articulately, appearing just like a four or five-year-old child. She ran over and tugged at Ji Lanyi’s clothes: "Mom, what’s wrong?" Ji Lanyi turned her head abruptly, her face twisted and hideous, like a man-eating beast. She was so frightened she fell to the ground with a thud. "Why did I ever give birth to you? I should have gotten rid of you while you were still in the womb. Now all of you have issues. What do I, Ji Lanyi, owe you in my past life to deserve this torment?" She squatted down, shaking her shoulders, frantically shouting. She was scared stupid, not knowing what was happening, sitting there dazed and motionless. "Yiyi, why are you taking out your anger on the kids again? You’ll scare Yaya." Grandfather came over and pulled her from Ji Lanyi’s arms, glaring discontentedly at Ji Lanyi. "What issues are you talking about? Miaomiao being deaf and mute is unfortunate enough. Does Yaya have health problems too?" Ji Lanyi’s eyes flickered, "She can jump, she can talk and laugh, more clever than kids of seven or eight; what problems could she have?" With those words, she coldly sneered and turned to leave. "Grandfather, Mom doesn’t like me..." The small child lay aggrieved on Grandfather’s shoulder. She hadn’t cried even when she bruised her legs learning to walk, but she cried then. Grandfather gently patted her back, softly saying: "Mom hasn’t figured it out; actually, in this world, only your mom loves you the most, Yaya. Promise Grandfather that no matter what happens in the future, you must forgive your mom... In this world, no one loves you more than she does..." She nodded in confusion. Yun Ya suddenly sat up, eyes vacant until they gradually cleared. Grandfather, you were wrong. In this world, the person Ji Lanyi loves most is herself. I will never forgive her. Yun Ya looked around. Where’s Brother Yan? Her heart suddenly tightened. She jumped out of bed barefoot and rushed outside: "Brother Yan." Discover more novels at N0velFire.ɴet As soon as the door opened, a cold wind rushed in. She shivered suddenly, and the next moment, Yan Song came in with a bowl of ginger tea, his face turning pale the instant he saw Yun Ya barefoot. He dropped the bowl and embraced Yun Ya, taking her back into the room.