Lin Zhizhi immediately said, "Godfather, I'm fine, I don't blame Yanyan. Actually, what Yanyan said is right; this place isn't really my home, and the one who should leave is indeed me." Upon saying this, a desolate expression appeared on Lin Zhizhi's face.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Yan Mushen continued, "Xiaolin, you will always be our daughter in the Yan Family. No one can replace you, and you have your own place in our hearts!"
"Your godfather is right, you will always be our daughter." Mrs. Yan took Lin Zhizhi's hand with a loving look on her face.
Looking at her parents whose eyes were clouded by illusions, Yan Shu felt like she was seeing her old self.
In the past, wasn't she as blindly stubborn as her parents were now, ignoring Mu Qingli's earnest pleas with indifference?
Back then, Mu Qingli must have been even more devastated than she was now.
She was like a lunatic.
A lunatic who wouldn't turn back until crashing into the southern wall.