<h4>Chapter 1112: Departure</h4>


    Ye Xiaotao quietly let her tears slid down. Although she had only known him for a year, she truly loved this man before. Now, she had to let go to find her own path...


    She was saying goodbye to her past self.


    She was saying goodbye to her beloved Little Xiaotao.


    Leng Hao, goodbye.


    I hope I will never see you again.


    ...


    Ye Xiaotao had really left. She had disappeared from his world without a trace. Leng Hao remained muddle-headed for many days. Sometimes, he didn’t even know where he was or what he was doing.


    Whenever night came, he would always have dreams. In his dreams, he would see her delicate little face. She would lie on his back, crawl into his arms shamelessly, and call him hubby...


    He would wake up with a start every night. When he woke up, he felt as if there was a big hole in his heart. He wanted to find something to curb his longing for her but there was nothing. She left nothing behind.


    She entered his life suddenly and left abruptly.


    Another half a year passed. Winter passed and summer came. However, this summer, Leng Hao ushered in the second winter of his life.


    There was news of Leng Zhiyuan. His only biological younger sister had passed away on the ind. The only thing she left was a premature son.


    He rushed to the Zhou family mansion. In front of Leng Zhiyuan’s tombstone, he had a fight with Zhou Yao, who was dressed in a hospital gown. He couldn’t relieve the pain in his heart. It was powerful enough to destroy the whole.


    At this moment, he heard a wail. Little Zhou Sileng was carried out.


    This was his younger sister’s son, his nephew.


    He wanted to take Zhou Sileng away but as soon as he wanted to hold Zhou Sileng in his arms, Zhou Sileng kicked his short arms and legs and refused to be carried by him. Little Zhou Sileng looked at Zhou Yao with tears in his eyes. He wanted his daddy...


    In the end, Leng Hao left alone with his bloodshot eyes.


    Achen was waiting outside. When Leng Hao walked out of the Zhou family mansion, he looked up at the ring sun in the sky. He felt a sweet taste in his throat. He spat out a mouthful of blood.


    “Young master!” Achen’s expression changed tremendously. “Young master, what’s wrong? Let’s go to the hospital immediately...”


    “No need.” Leng Hao shook his head. “Help me to prepare a private ne.”


    “Young master, where are you going?”


    “France.”


    Achen was shocked. Then he understood that his young master was going to look for the young madam.


    ...


    France.


    Leng Hao stood in the most romantic city in France, Provence. It was afternoon now. The setting sun in the sky sprinkled its evening glow over the entirend. A refreshing breeze blew gently. The entire patch ofvender swayed with the wind, emitting an enchanting fragrance.


    This scenery was too beautiful. But, in Leng Hao’s eyes, the most beautiful scenery was the girl sitting and drawing on a folding stool.


    The girl wore a white chiffon shirt withntern sleeves and a long, yellow vest dress. The dress reached her small ankles. Her skin was smooth and white.


    Leng Hao did not go close to her. He stood far away. Her long ck hair was coiled into a cute bun, revealing her elegant and swan-like neck.


    She was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting.


    She was drawing the scenery but she became the only scenery in his eyes.


    A gust of wind blew. The drawing board in front of the girl suddenly fell to the ground. The girl got up to chase after it. Leng Hao was shocked. He immediately wanted to lift his long legs to help her.


    However, a handsome figure appeared in his line of sight. The drawing board had already been picked up by Gong Yi.