"Ye Anqi, you miss your mother deeply," Ya Shitian spoke with certainty.
Ye Anqi's eyes flickered slightly.
Ya Shitian caressed her arm gently, "I thought you were heartless, but it turns out you too have someone you miss so much."
Ye Anqi closed her eyes and spoke faintly, "That's the mother who gave birth to and raised me, shouldn't I miss her?"
"You should," Ya Shitian paused, then suddenly added, "But I don't want you to miss her."
Ye Anqi opened her eyes, puzzled, "Why?"
Ya Shitian didn't speak, his gaze just rested on her heavily.
He couldn't possibly tell her that he felt an inexplicable jealousy.
For some reason, he was very jealous of her mother.
The way she longed for her made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Because…" he began in a low voice, "I don't want you to be sad. Every time you think of her, you get very upset."
"…" Yes, she dared not think about that person at all.
She hadn't thought about her for many, many years.