Ou Jue tightly gripped the phone, as if trapped in the depths of memory, his chilling aura starkly contrasting with the surrounding flames spreading about.
His eyes were as cold as a thousand-year glacier. Without waiting for the girl's reply, he spoke again, "Because in kindergarten, the other children mocked Luoluo's mom for being mentally ill, mocked Luoluo as the child of a mentally ill parent, mocked him as a little lunatic."
"Stop it… Please don't say any more…" Xia Xiyan's voice trembled, filled with unbearable heartbreak and helplessness.
She had never heard Ou Jue talk about these things before—not even a single word.
Now that she knew the whole truth, her heart was overwhelmed with an endless complexity of emotions, suffocating her with their weight.
She wanted so badly to hold him.
She wanted so badly to hold the little boy.
Truly, her heart ached for them.
