Sheng Jiaoyang returned to her room and once again dug out the diary her mother wrote. As she flipped through the pages, she tried to calm herself down, but the uneasiness in her heart grew stronger as time passed.

"Go and take a look if you are worried," a voice travelled into her ears.

Sheng Jiaoyang turned to see Shen Zhining standing behind her with encouragement evident in his gaze.

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes as she threw herself into Shen Zhining's embrace. She leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I don’t want him to die," Sheng Jiaoyang's voice trembled slightly.

I thought I already got over it and am not bothered by it anymore. But now, I realised that I have just been deliberately ignoring what's really on my mind.

How could she not be worried? In her memories, Sheng Xun was her father who loved her like she was a precious treasure. Though he had changed, it couldn't erase all the good memories he had once given her.

"I know," Shen Zhining patted her back slightly.

As someone who had stayed with the Sheng Family for nearly two years, Shen Zhining was able to objectively make a judgement on how Sheng Xun treated Sheng Jiaoyang.

Unlike Aunty Yang,...