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writer:陛下不上朝      update:2022-08-04 16:11
  Ye Sui nodded. “He’s right next to you and looks exactly like the person in the photo.

  “But, he has forgotten everything except your name.”


  Qi Xian gazed at the empty air beside him. “My father was called Qi Ding. And since he died in a car accident, I didn’t see his face before death.”


  Qi Xian smiled bitterly. “My father was against me for entering the entertainment circle. Our relationship had fallen to the freezing point a long time ago.”


  Qi Ding felt that Qi Xian was not doing his job properly. As a result, he always wanted Qi Xian to return home and inherit his family business. After he violated his wishes repeatedly, their father-son relationship almost broke down.

  Qi Xian wouldn’t go home too often. Qi Ding was also busy with his work, so their home was not exactly home.

  It was not until Qi Ding had an accident that Qi Xian regretted and blamed himself. He initially thought that they still had a lot of time, and no one tried to mend their father-son relationship, which brought them to this point today.

  Ye Sui was silent and listened to Qi Xian attentively. When he finished talking, she opened her mouth.

  “The first time I saw your father’s spirit was at your last concert.”


  Qi Xian was stunned again. He asked incredulously, “What did you say?”


  Qi Ding did not support Qi Xian’s work at all, even believing that Qi Ding hated his career. How could he have imagined that Qi Ding would watch his concert?

  Ye Sui: “I saw your father wandering outside your concert hall all the time. He couldn’t find the entrance, but he was afraid of missing your concert.”


  Because of Qi Xian’s tale, Qi Ding’s memory gradually returned, and he began to remember everything.

  Qi Ding shifted his gaze to Ye Sui and said, “Please help me tell Qi Xian that I have seen his every concert. I just want to tell him that I will always support him.”


  Ye Sui told Qi Xian precisely what his father said, and Qi Xian’s expression changed from stupefaction to grief-stricken.

  In the end, Qi Xian was not able to hold back his tears. “Sorry, I lost my temper.”


  Ye Sui nodded. “I understand.”


  When Ye Sui looked at Qi Ding, his soul had begun to become transparent. She couldn’t bear to ask, “You are going to disappear. Is there anything else you wish to say?”