"The ridiculous thing is, I was just a few months old when my dad brought home his son from his first love, who was only two months younger than me, begging my mom for forgiveness..."
After Ji Rui finished saying this, there was a long silence.
Although this was just his past, something that had nothing to do with Le Tong, her heart felt heavy listening to it. Staring at his handsome face, which at some point had become expressionless, she felt increasingly uncomfortable.
Maybe, like Baobao, he also once had an unrestrained and innocent smile on his face, but life was too cruel for him. The pain and hatred inside him were too difficult to express to outsiders, or perhaps he disdained to express them to others. Gradually, he used a wooden, emotionless face to cover up all the pain and hatred inside.
Speaking of which, emotionally, she was indeed much happier than Ji Rui.
