He couldn't imagine how her frail shoulders bore it all.
Her father died, her mother went mad.
She still had to face all the world's injustices against her.
How did she, just a little girl, endure it all?
Thinking of this made his heart ache unbearably.
An Ran had always been understanding, she gave him a slight smile, "Brother Qingyang, those things are in the past."
Shen Qingyang held An Ran's hand, his eyes tender, "Xiaoran, I'm back, let me take care of you."
An Ran looked at him, as if she saw the tenderness in his eyes.
Thinking back, it seemed he always looked at her this way.
She remembered when he left two years ago, she went to the airport to see him off, he didn't say anything, just looked at her with such an intense gaze it made her want to flee, and in the end, he only said one thing.
Wait for me to come back.
Wait for him to come back...
It was a hollow vow, a promise.
