Regarding my uncle's life, Ye Weining had heard from her mother. My uncle's journey in love had been very rough, which caused Sister Xiang to have psychological shadows and be unwilling to fall in love.
Ye Weining lifted her gaze to Ye Li, and there was sadness and sorrow in his eyes.
"Uncle," Ye Weining said softly, "Sister Xiang will definitely be happy."
"Mm, I believe that too." Ye Li quickly smiled, not wanting the younger generation to feel sad for him.
No matter how sad it was, it had been twenty years.
The wound in his heart had already turned into fine scars, hidden deep within. Sometimes even he couldn't feel them. Only on certain special days did they ache faintly.
"Because all of us are Sister Xiang's support!" Ye Weining said vehemently, "No matter who takes over in the future, Weilan or Weiliang, they will protect Sister Xiang! And so will I."
Ye Li walked over, patted Ye Weining's head kindly, and said, "I know."
