She didn't have many impressions of her childhood, but she remembered that she often sat on her father's shoulders and asked her to ride her on a horse.

At that time, Xia Hua was in the upswing of her career, but in the face of her beloved daughter, she always spoiled her unconditionally, even when she went out to discuss business, she would take her with her.

She is the jewel in the palm of the Xia family, the little princess who grew up in the palm of her hand by Xia Hua.

She heard from the former servants of the Xia family that her father often looked at her in a daze when she slept, as if he was worried that his beloved baby would suddenly disappear.

"It seems that not only you love your dad, but your dad also loves you." Yang Muya glanced at Xia Changyue and reached out to touch her hair.

The two walked out of the theater side by side, Xia Changyue looked at her lonely figure and couldn't help asking.

"Why do you like to watch stage plays?"

She remembers Yi Haiyin's information that Yang Muya would go to the local theater no matter which city she went to this year. The rigid schedule seemed to be fulfilling an agreement with someone.

"Because I can't let it go." Yang Muya paused and looked up at the starry sky above her head.

The starlight in the sky shone with a palpitating light.

Yang Muya watched for a long time before speaking softly, her voice faint as if coming from the sky.

"Someone told me when I was young that he was going to take me on a trip, passing by a city, and going in to watch the stage show there, walking out of the theater, and standing on the square, looking at such a beautiful night sky... …"

Yang Muya fell into the memory, her delicate eyes covered with a layer of mist.

She always remembered the previous appointment, and she even wondered if he would remember it, so no matter where he went, she would look for a local theater and watch a performance.

Even, he deliberately chooses the script he likes, thinking that maybe one day they can meet again where they once held hands.

But she walked so many cities and watched so many performances. Every time, she looked at the people inside at the door, and walked out one by one, but she never saw him.

She sometimes comforted herself, maybe because they were separated for too long, she couldn't remember his appearance, so she couldn't recognize him.

As long as she watches a few more performances, she will definitely be able to meet him again...

"Do you still love him?" Xia Changyue's ghost opened his lips, and after speaking, he recovered, wishing to slap himself.

Knowing that the person Yang Muya was looking for was dead, why would he still ask this question?

Just about to apologize, Yang Muya suddenly turned around and looked at her.

"Love, he is the only man I have ever loved, but I hate him even more, hate him for a whole twenty-four years! I was dreaming, if I find him, I will definitely come forward without hesitation and raise my hand to him a slap!"

Yang Muya's eyes became cold, full of hatred.

But soon, it disappeared, leaving only endless loneliness.

"He ruined my life. I thought I would want to smash him into pieces, but knowing that he is dead, I would actually feel sad..." Yang Muya's voice choked slightly, and the emotion that came out was like a flood that burst a bank.

"Girl, I'm not afraid of your jokes. I would rather him live happily and let me continue to hate him. At least, if one of the two people has a good life, it is enough."

"...I believe he loves you." Looking at her collapse, Xia Changyue unconsciously reached out and wiped away the tears from her eyes.