An Luan was already out of breath, his face flushed red. He experienced this kind of pain every day. People and their lives are inherently different; some are born to enjoy all happiness, while others open their eyes to endure suffering. These are all destined.
His vision began to blur, An Luan's neck twisted slightly, his hands lost their strength, and his daughter's cake was about to fall to the ground, the delicate patterns and the cream-made little princess would break, just like his terrible life.
Ultimately, his fingertips let go, the cake fell but did not hit the hard ground, being steadily caught by Gao Ming.
"Don't touch their things!" Ci Nian's warning came too late. When Gao Ming's fingers touched the cake box, it felt sticky and moist, not like a cake, more like torn human skin. But when he looked down, what he saw was indeed just a cake.
Resisting the urge to open the forbidden area view, Gao Ming sat back in his original seat with the cake.
