Ye Bingkun stepped out the door and immediately saw his younger daughter hiding behind it, a twinge of heartache flashing through his eyes. "It's all right," he said, "your brother is here."
The little girl, blinking her large eyes, wrapped her arms around Ye Bingkun's arm and whispered, "Dad, when will it all end?"
Hearing this, Ye Bingkun, a grown man, suddenly felt his eyes welling up. It was all his fault for making the child suffer with them. "Wenxia," he choked out, "it's all Dad's fault. I won't argue with your mom anymore."
Ye Wenxia heard this and said with delight, "Really?"
Ye Bingkun nodded. "Yes, arguing is pointless. I won't do it anymore."
He had been thinking that their children were growing up. Even if he disliked Zhang Baoxiang, for the sake of their three children and her contributions to the family, he had gradually let go of past grievances. He had wanted to live peacefully with her.
