Leng Yan, if you still care about your uncle and aunt, please leave Xia Nuo; stop entangling her."
Leng Yan's eyes trembled; he lowered his gaze, clenched his fists, and said faintly, "Uncle, if you won't let me see Xia Nuo, I won't leave."
"You!" Mr. Xia glared in anger, "Haven't you harmed my daughter enough? Years ago, she left home because of you, gone for over four years. Now that she's finally back, why won't you let her go? Leave now; no matter how long you stand here, we won't agree to you two being together!"
Leng Yan's grip tightened; he pursed his lips in silence, appearing impervious to persuasion. Mr. Xia, seeing his stubbornness, shut the door in anger and ignored him.
Leng Yan stood outside for another day; Mrs. Xia, fearing for his life, reluctantly opened Xia Nuo's door.
Xia Nuo had been sitting on the floor; when someone entered, she looked up blankly. Seeing her mother's face, her tears immediately began to flow.
