Xia Zhisu saw his expression and playfully pulled him over, tucking him into the covers.
"Let me tell you the story of Ling Tian'ao and me," Xia Zhisu said.
A fleeting, peculiar emotion crossed Xiaodong's face, "Okay."
"This is how I met him that day. I accidentally entered the wrong room..." Xia Zhisu reminisced about her past with Ling Tian'ao and began sharing with Xiaodong.
Actually, Xiaodong didn't like listening, and hearing about their story made him feel uncomfortable inside.
But if he didn't distract her, she would try everything to find a way to contact the outside world.
He didn't want her to be taken away by Ling Tian'ao so quickly.
Xia Zhisu recounted the bits and pieces with Ling Tian'ao, including how she bore a child for him.
Her face was filled with happiness.
Looking at the woman beside him, Xiaodong couldn't help wanting to hold her hand.
But his hand was too small, so he could only hold two of her fingers.
The disappointment in his eyes was so apparent.
