He didn't want Xia Nuo to choose to be indifferent to him, to resent him, just because she knew what his mother had done.
He is himself; his mother is his mother. It wasn't his fault, was it?
Yet, he understood that he couldn't even dare to hope for forgiveness from their whole family for what his mother had done. Stuck in the middle, there was nothing he could do but be good to Xia Nuo, try to make her accept reality, accept him...
While Leng Yan was thinking, Xia Nuo opened the door and came in.
Seeing her, he quickly stood up, a gentle indulgent smile appearing on his face: "Where have you been? Have you had dinner?"
The room's lights were not on, Xia Nuo's eyes flickered slightly, she turned on the switch and walked to him.
Leng Yan still smiled and asked her: "Have you eaten? What do you want to eat, I'll cook for you."
Xia Nuo looked at him and said calmly: "I don't want to eat anything, Leng Yan, sit down, let's talk."
