[Heirs] Journey

Cars gallop through the night.

Cui Yingdao did not expect that the way back would be much harder than when he came.Memories of the journey have also become heavy.

- The cheesecake is delicious.

——This taste is the favorite of my princess.

The photos on the walls of themed restaurants are conversations that can never become reality.

——My father ran away from home after leaving this mobile phone...

At that time, why didn't he find any clues?

——I look forward to the resurrection of the dead, and life in the world to come, Amen.

Mass at St. Patrick's Cathedral seems to be still in sight.

--Happy birthday……

Rachel Liu, what was your expression when you said this?

——On the day my father called to ask me out, I would just go out.

——Why do you want to explain tomorrow?

What kind of mood are you in to encourage me?

——Didn’t you just find your mother?No matter how unlikable I am, it's not that I don't have this bit of vision.You stay with auntie, my father... I'll find it myself.

I who found my mother, what capital do I have to be angry with you?

Cui Yingdao dialed the phone. "Rachel..."

"Choi Young-do?"

He took a deep breath. "I, am I an asshole?"

"That's right, you're an asshole. Where did you get my car? Can you be more childish?" Rachel Liu on the other end of the phone was a little annoyed.

"Yes, I'm a bastard!" His breath was unsteady, and his eyes were red.

I only care about my pain, so I don't see your sorrow.I am only immersed in my own happiness, so I don't feel your grief.You helped me find my mother, but I will never be able to fulfill my promise with you.

Liu Rachel seemed to sense something was wrong with him. "……What’s wrong with you?"

He made up his mind. "You go to rest first, I'll be home in the early morning. We'll talk when I get back."

At the very least, please give this bastard a chance to make amends.

The dusty Cui Yingdao pushed open the door at 4 o'clock in the morning, but was stunned when he reached the entrance.Rachel Liu was sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for him, in her pajamas.

He stopped, but she came over.

"Are you okay? Your face looks very bad. Where have you been?" She looked at him with concern.

"I... just got back from Atlanta."

Her eyes suddenly flickered, desperately suppressing something.She didn't cry after all, but the pain still poured out.

We often say: If you share happiness with others, it will become two pieces of happiness; if you share pain with me, only half of the pain will remain.

He held her in his arms.

Rachel, please allow me to share your pain!

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The author has something to say:

Do you think I went to the festival two days ago?

wrong!I'm going to take an exam (ㄒoㄒ)