Ji Rui's heart was like a pond of spring water ruffled by the wind, unable to calm down for a long time.
From a distance, looking at the woman already asleep in bed, Ji Rui suddenly had the urge to hold her in his arms and comfort her.
But, judging from her attitude when she woke up today, she was probably utterly desperate about him.
So desperate that she couldn't even bring herself to hate.
He knew well this feeling of desperation that could no longer muster hatred.
Just like his expectations of the old man, hoping that he would eventually place him on the same level as his two beloved sons, but each time, the answer was disappointing, and finally, he had no expectations for the old man.
Recalling the way Le Tong looked at him earlier, her eyes as clear as ever, without a single impurity, transparent and cold to the point of being devoid of temperature, Ji Rui felt a growing chill in his heart as he pondered.
Regarded as nothing!
