"I divorced your father this morning. Yingying, have you forgotten? You were the one who wanted me to divorce your father. He won't care about us anymore. It's useless to look for him. We can only accept our fate, Sun Ying. We can only accept our fate."
Sun Dongqing, who was crying loudly, told the truth. She didn't know what her daughter's expression would be when she heard it, but she had to say it. If she didn't, Sun Ying would continue to dream of taking down Ye Jian.
Impossible. It would never be possible.
"No, impossible! Mom, what did you say? Impossible! I'm Ye Ying. How could I become Sun Ying?" Sun Ying even failed to hold on to her last straw of hope.
Ye Zhifan was her last confidence and her last hope.
