A fleeting glimpse revealed to her the envy and yearning that flowed in the depths of his dusky blue eyes.
He was so dominant and proud, his gaze always lifted heavenward, as if he already possessed the whole world, yet he too could feel envy.
Was he envying her grandfather? Envious of the beloved son that her grandfather doted on, borne by the woman he loved.
"You've been lost in thought the whole way here," said Ji Chicheng.
Ji Anning stared out the car window, the passing scenery flashing before her eyes, when Ji Chicheng suddenly spoke, pulling her thoughts back.
She turned her head, looked at Ji Chicheng, and asked with concern, "Will Charles do something again?"
Ji Chicheng nodded, "He will."
But he didn't seem to take it seriously.
Yet Ji Anning was very worried. She sighed, "Ah, there's no telling what he might do. I do hope he can let go—he may be twisted, but he's also quite pitiful."
