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She lay obediently on Shen Canghao's shoulder, gazing at Zeng Yaxi not far away without moving. It had only been a few days since her father had left, and now that she saw him again, he couldn't even call her name. Was it because she looked even cuter?

He reached out and gently lifted her out of Shen Canghao's embrace. Her small but soft body snuggled against his embrace, uncharacteristically obedient. As soon as Assi saw her, he felt a burst of sadness, but he didn't know where it came from.

"Uncle …" Warmth yelled a bit awkwardly, but she still obediently listened to what her mother told her.

"Warmth, in the future you have to obediently listen to your parents, okay? Uncle will send you some delicious and fun things in the future, okay? "

Warmth nodded, thought for a while and said, "I want Snow White's Barbie doll, that kind of 24 sets of clothes."

"Alright, uncle will buy it for you." Asai lowered his head and kissed her, but his tears continued to fall.

"Uncle, will you still come back to see Mom and me?" For some unknown reason, Warmth's little heart was filled with sadness. She grabbed onto Asai's sleeve, unwilling to let go.

"Brother Yaxi, it's time." Yu Xin's eyes were also red. She pulled on Lajah's hand and reminded him in a soft voice.

Yaxi's body suddenly trembled. He hugged him tightly to warm himself before giving him to Shen Canghao. "Ah Hao, let's go."

He smiled and opened his mouth to speak. He wore a long black coat with a deep curled-up scarf that revealed a pointed chin. His eyes were bright. He deeply looked at his swollen eyes and silently said in his heart: "Joy, we will never see each other again in this life."

He turned around and walked away without looking back. On the other hand, Yu Xin looked back a few times, crying. She took her boarding pass, passed through security, and headed to the departure lounge … After chasing for two steps, she could no longer see their figures.

"Mom …" Warmth suddenly burst into tears in Shen Canghao's arms. She pointed in the direction that Yaxi had disappeared in, crying sorrowfully, "Mommy, I can't see daddy Yaxi anymore. Will he still come back?"

"He will. He will come back. He can't bear to be warm …"

Huaiyan embraced her daughter and whispered. Warm sobs were still resounding in her ears, but her vision had already blurred.

It was snowing heavily outside, the cold was unbearable. In the days that followed, she had never experienced so much pain, and Zeng Yaxi, who lived in no fixed place, had only received a handful of postcards every year at different addresses. He had never called, he had never sent a message, he was the only one who knew he was alive, that was all.

She did not receive an invitation to marry, nor did he ask her to name his child. It was the first time in so many years that he had broken his word.

From the day of their separation until a few years later, he had never set foot on the road back home again. Fourteen years later, on the day of his birthday, in the bitter winter, Zeng Yaxi died in Paris, France, at the age of forty-one, unmarried and childless.

His story thus came to an end.

The last postcard she received was from Hawaii. The view was beautiful Hawaiian coast, endless and blue. Flipping the page to the back, there were only two lines:

When I woke up from the dream, there was no one by my side. Many years ago, I was sick, and every time I opened my eyes, I would see you, wearing a very simple white shirt, with the smell of shampoo in your hair. And when I woke up from the dream, there was no one by my side, no one I missed, no one I loved.

I miss Warm, I was her father, I remember, but it is late, if she still remembers me, let her not be angry with me, the next spring arrived, let her come to Paris to see me at my grave, the wish is enough.

When he received the postcard, which happened to be his first, she locked herself in her room and stayed there for three days, fourteen years, a total of seventy postcards from different places. He never left a single word, and the postcards were piled so high up that she could imagine how he felt when he walked to a city and sent a postcard.

She did not know how long she cried, how long she laughed, how long she talked with the man who had long since disappeared. How unfortunate her life had been.

Fourteen years of time had sapped away all of her good times, all of her pride, all of her dreams had dissipated, and she had turned into an ordinary woman who lived a peaceful life. In the past fourteen years, all the warmth had grown into a beautiful yet eye-catching young girl. Walking in the crowd, she would always be the center of attention.

In fourteen years, even mountains and rivers would change their appearances. But where would her Ah Xi be able to take another look?

When Yaxin returned to France for her first anniversary, she married and gave birth to a child and buried her heart in love with Zeng Yaxi, along with his death.

She insisted on giving her first son to Ashes. She happily gave the baby a name right at his grave. It was enough to fulfill the promise they had made all those years ago.

The spring breeze blew a few times, the mournful grass grew by the grave, the children grew taller and older, they grew older and older. As for Yaxi, he still retained his handsome appearance, but he did not change it. The picture on the tombstone had faded, but his smile and eyes were branded into her heart.

This was a matter of the back. For the time being, he wouldn't show it.

Three months after leaving A City, another matter that almost made her crumble occurred. This incident had already caused the April sun to be shrouded in a bloody haze.