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Bo Yan’s gaze, too, was rarely immersed. After a long while, he finally spoke, “The photo album in your hands is the last one of our family of three.”

Xia Siyu was stunned, she had just casually flipped through one, likely the one placed at the top, more noticeable. She hadn’t expected it to be the last one.

That is to say, Bo Yan’s parents had died that year.

“Your dad and mom…”

“Yes. What you see, the Spring Festival they spent with me abroad, was our last holiday together. The day of my birthday was the anniversary of my parents’ death.”

Xia Siyu had not anticipated this scenario at all, and she was momentarily stunned.

Although her family situation was complicated, and she and her mother were long denied recognition by the Xia family elders. Mrs. Tong even incited Xia Sicai and others in the Xia family to show hostility towards her and her mother.

Xia Sicai was young back then, his rejection of her might have been out of fear of losing his father. But now, he still shunned her, possibly out of the enduring hatred and perhaps the fear that the Xia family’s wealth might go to her, and the Bo family’s wealth might also fall into her hands.

But no matter what the situation was, at least her mother had died of illness. Although she died in depression, although she had suffered before dying, at least it was a lingering illness, and Siyu had fulfilled her filial duties by her mother’s bedside.

But for Bo Yan, the joy in his life had stopped on his seventh birthday. If she remembered correctly, Bo Yan’s birthday was in January, maybe his parents had just returned from celebrating Spring Festival with him abroad, getting ready to celebrate his birthday together when life came to an abrupt halt.

“I still remember it was the Lantern Festival that year. It was the end of the first semester of my first grade in primary school, and I had scored perfect hundreds in the exams. To reward me and also to sort out work matters, my mother took me abroad, to be with my dad who was working in the United Kingdom. I was born on the Lantern Festival, and my dad had just finished all his work before that. To catch the tail end of Spring Festival and to reunite our family, the three of us took a flight back. We had already arrived in China, but on the airport highway, we encountered a pile-up car accident. My dad and mom threw themselves over to protect me instantly, but they remained on the highway forever.”

There were no poisons, no schemes, no crushing by a powerful family—just like that, because of a car accident, he became an orphan.

The most ridiculous part was, he could never forget the face of his Uncle Bo Qiliu at his parents’ funeral, the surface sadness but the barely concealed ecstasy inside: Yes, his dad was dead, the biggest competitor vanished into thin air, and from then on, the Bo family would belong to him and his son!

And as for his grandfather’s grief—was it for the loss of a son or for the loss of the best heir?

Sometimes, kinship weighs heavier than Mount Tai.

Sometimes, it crumbles at the slightest touch.

Xia Siyu turned back, her eyes shocked and somewhat saddened. She also shook her head, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was like this.”

“It’s okay, it’s all in the past.” Bo Yan had long grown accustomed to his parents’ departure, and to licking his wounds alone. He was a child back then, but now he stands tall and firm as a man. Moreover, he can make his way in the world on his own strength, without the need for his family’s shelter.

Although he said it was okay, the slight droop of his head and the tightness of his lips clearly betrayed that his emotions were stirred.