After leaving the Ding family, Ding Ning contacted me several times.

But I didn't reply.

The car stopped at the Ding family, and I was "invited" in with great respect.

Ding Ning sat on the bed in my bedroom, holding a exercise book that I didn't take away in the beginning.

When she saw me coming in, she casually said, "My name is in your high school exercise book."

"Is this the reason you wanted me to come home?"

Ding Ning stood up and took out a yo-yo from my bookshelf. "I bought this for you back then, and you still kept it."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Ding Ning put her hands in her pockets. "You used to like me, didn't you? You liked me for over 20 years, but now you've turned around and mixed with Ji Qianqian. Fu Shiyuan, is your love so cheap?"

I thought I didn't care anymore.

But when Ding Ning said these words in such a dismissive tone, I still got angry.

"Ding Ning, everyone can question me, except you."

"Except me?" Ding Ning sneered. "Then prove to me how much you like me. Keep adoring me, pursuing me, and never leave my side."

"Enough, just leave me alone, can't we stop here?"

"Stop here? Fu Shiyuan, do you think you're the only one who has suffered all these years?"

Ding Ning raised her voice. "Your father killed my brother, and every day I live with the son of a murderer, I feel guilty, disgusted, and sinful. Now I say I've accepted it, I say I've accepted the son of a killer liking me, I say I've compromised. What more do you want from me!"

"No more." I tried to suppress my emotions.

Ding Siyang's death was like a curse, trapping me in a besieged city, never to turn the tide.

The entanglement with the Ding family began more than 20 years ago.

My parents met at the Ding family.

My father was a driver, and my mother was a nanny.

I've been living with my parents at the Ding family since I can remember.

Ding Siyang was six years older than me and Ding Ning. He received elite education from a young age and rarely played with us.

On the day of the accident, Ding Siyang returned from a summer camp abroad.

Mr. Ding had something to do, so he asked my dad to pick him up at the airport that night.

But we waited for a long time and they didn't come back.

Finally, we received a call from the hospital.

The car collided with a truck, and the person died on the spot.

The forensic doctor determined that my father was drunk driving and was fully responsible.

The person was already dead, and all the blame and hostility fell on my mother and me.

We couldn't afford the astronomical compensation, so the Ding family, out of pity for us, let us continue to stay at their house as an orphan and a widow.

My mother said to me, "We owe the Ding family a life. From today onwards, you must protect Ding Ning at all costs. We have to repay the kindness and the debt. We must not let anything happen to the Ding family's only daughter."

Protecting Ding Ning.

Became my mission.