Seeing Ho Yung 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 ntor.
Amazing, amazing.
Ho Yung didn’t cry; instead, she smiled at him, "I’m fine... I wanted to say... actually, my parents have always loved 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 ti, she was fifteen years old, right at her most rebellious phase.
Her grandfather stared at the door for a long ti before he died, never able to see her mother return.
Back then, she hated her mother to death, and also hated her grandfather, grandmother, uncle, and uncle’s family.
In their family, her uncle is an official, her third uncle is also an official, only her father is in business.
Obviously, everything they ate, drank, used, was money earned by her father, but in their family, her father, their third branch, had the least status.
Whenever the whole family gathered for a al, her aunt and third uncle’s wife would always mock her mother with sarcasm, bullying their family.
Her mother was gentle, and moreover, her aunt and third aunt ca from better backgrounds than her mother; her maternal grandparents were ordinary people, so her mother felt she was inferior and always swallowed her anger.
Her uncle had a son and a daughter.
Her second uncle also had a son and a daughter.
Her parents only had her.
Her grandparents valued boys over girls, her parents were busy with work; when she was little, she was raised by her maternal grandmother, her grandparents never took care of her for a single day, she had no feelings for them.
When she grew older and returned to her own ho, at every gathering, her cousins would find ways to bully her.
Unlike her parents, she was not weak and would never suffer losses.
Obviously it was her cousins who provoked her, but the one punished was always only her.
She hated the Lin family to her core.
Thus, after her grandfather died, she left ho without hesitation.
She left for eight years.
Actually, she missed her parents.
Her parents were good people, honest people.
Her parents were filial to her grandparents and also dearly loved her, their only daughter.
They were her biological parents; how could she not have feelings for them?
She just hated, was just angry.
Hated their cowardice.
Angry at their lack of fight.
But now... a few days ago, she couldn’t resist secretly going to see her parents.
Her parents had grown old.
Her mom studied economics and worked as the financial director in her dad’s company, used to be a gentle and elegant woman, now looked lancholic, worn and weary.
Her dad was also silent, with white hair on his temples, no longer the gentle man she rembered.
She hid in the shadows, watching her parents walk silently side by side towards the parked car, her heart twisted with pain, tears flowing uncontrollably.
At that mont, she realized she loved them.
Loved them deeply.
She imdiately felt an impulse.
She wanted to run to them, hug them.
Wanted to hold them and cry, loudly saying to them: Dad, Mom, I’m back.
But she had left ho for so long, she really didn’t have the courage to just rush to them and say: I’m back.
She didn’t know if they would forgive her, if they still loved her.
Fear of nearing ho.
Is the truth.
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