Yann Ge ultimately didn't dare provoke Chuzheng.
This is a gazebo, with only a thin layer of silk hanging down, it didn't block anything at all.
Yann Ge was very sure, she really could do anything.
Yann Ge held Chuzheng: "I remembered some things."
"Is it important?"
"I think so." Yann Ge was somewhat confused, he wasn't sure if it was important, but remembering it made him feel very sad.
Yann Ge curled up in Chuzheng's arms, speaking to her in a muffled voice about his childhood, about his deceased playmate.
Yann Ge was good looking even as a child.
Yann Jiang, the pampered young master, just disliked him and often schemed to bother him.
He was unloved, while the other was loved, and the outcome was self-evident.
In the beginning, he would complain to his father.
But his father would always coldly say, "It's your fault your mother doesn't like you, you deserve it."
He deserved it.
Then why was he born?
So he gradually stopped telling his father.
