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The memories that had been sealed for five years, at the same time the tears in her eyes flowed down, seemed to flow back in time as they appeared one by one in the sea of her chest ?

Twelve years ago ?

The West Dollar 1998. In a hospital in Taipei City's center.

When Ye Yihang rushed to the hospital, all he saw were two ice-cold corpses. Seeing his mother lying on the ice-cold bed, Ye Yihang's brain seemed to have lost all sense of thought.

Today was Ye Yihang's nineteenth birthday. He had originally planned to spend a happy birthday with his parents, but who would have thought that after waiting bitterly for a day, what awaited him would actually be his father's bad luck.

A taxi, on its way home, directly hit the car his father was driving. The car and the taxi were both badly deformed from the huge impact. His parents died on the spot, and the taxi driver was seriously injured. Not long after he was sent to the hospital, he died in a desperate attempt to save his parents.

His father, Ye Yang, was not only in Taipei, he could even be said to be one of the few rich people in Asia. His father, Ye Yang, was one of the few rich people in Taipei, and could be said to be one of the few rich people in Asia.

Ye Yihang looked at his parents' cold bodies. At this time, his mood could not be described with words, he only felt as if a blade was ruthlessly slashing through his heart, causing him to be unable to speak.

Today was his nineteenth birthday. Before his parents left, he even said that he would return early to spend a happy birthday with him. He still remembered his mother's instructions before she left, but never thought that his parents' instructions before they left became his life's farewell.

Thinking up to here, Ye Yihang's hands silently clenched into fists. His fingernails dug deep into his heart, making the fresh blood within the palm markings slowly produce strange runes. In the young man's eyes, at this moment, it revealed an ordinary person's absence of pain and resentment.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm his agitated heart. He turned around and asked the butler who came with him to the hospital, "Uncle Lin, what happened to the driver who caused the trouble?"

"Young Master, the police have already determined that the cause of the accident was due to drunk driving." Seeing the pain in the young man's eyes, Uncle Lin could not help but sigh, "However, not long after this driver was sent to the hospital, he died because he failed to save the young man."

"He's dead. Ha, if he dies, will he be able to accompany my mother and father?" The youth's deep eyes narrowed. He gritted his teeth and his eyes revealed the ruthlessness of a teenager, "He drove when he was drunk, yet he accompanied my mother and father's two lives. Does he think that he can finish him off once he dies? Uncle Lin, is there anyone else at the driver's house? " Suddenly, Shen Yuhang asked in confusion.

The ruthless look in Ye Yihang's eyes made the old manager shiver. He couldn't figure out what the young master, who had watched him grow up, was thinking, "The wife of the driver who caused a heart attack a few days ago, passed away. Now, only her daughter is left behind, because no one is taking care of her, she has already been sent to a orphanage."

"He has a daughter. He has a daughter." Suddenly, Ye Yihang turned his head and looked at Uncle Lin, his eyes revealing a gloomy expression.

"Yes, he also has a daughter. I heard that she's only nine years old." Uncle Lin thought for a moment and replied.

The corner of Pu Rui's mouth slightly curled up into a cruel smile. On the well-defined surface, it seemed to be somewhat distorted at this moment, "Fine, it seems that he died in the accident. Fine, I will make his own daughter pay for the debt of blood. I will use the pain of her life to comfort my parents."

Because of this tragedy, a huge change had occurred in Ye Yihang's life. A happy youth had lost both of his parents within a single day. At the same time, because of this decision of his, Ye Yihang's life and another person's clashed with each other, entangled with each other for life, and also shared a lifetime of sorrow and joy.

In a simple welfare home in Taipei.

The nine-year-old Shen Qing'er was sitting alone on the Qiujia rack, her beautiful face was shining under the sunlight, like a red apple, causing one to want to take a bite out of it. At this moment, she was staring into the distance, as though she was thinking about something.

"Qing'er, Qing'er, daddy has let you down, dad... I'm sorry, I can't accompany you anymore. After I leave, you ? We must live well. "