Hearing these words, Bai Yaoyao's mouth fell open slightly. She widened her clear, beautiful eyes in shock.
"Why is it only your Grandfather and Sixth Aunt?"
Duan Yanhao's heart felt a little heavy when he thought of the past. He stared at the confusion in Bai Yaoyao's eyes and sighed. "Yaoyao, what do you think having no parents feels like?"
Bai Yaoyao's heart shuddered as waves rippled through her heart. A sudden thought came to her mind. Could it be? Could it be that Duan Yanhao…
"Yanhao, your parents?"
"That's right, Yaoyao. My parents sacrificed themselves. This happened more than ten years ago." Although Duan Yanhao said it in a calm and peaceful manner, the sorrow in his tone was still evident."
Bai Yaoyao's hands reached out to hold Duan Yanhao's hand tightly. "Yanhao, you still have me."
