Shen You'an stopped and turned around.
The dim streetlight stretched the boy's shadow long. His face was shrouded in darkness, hard to discern, but his eyes were strikingly bright.
"An'an, I'm sorry."
He hadn't expected Yu Ruohuan to walk alongside his mother.
What could two people who detested the same person possibly achieve together?
Liu Runxi found it all laughable.
He looked at the young girl standing quietly in the night.
She was extraordinarily intelligent but never flaunted it. Her beauty was unparalleled, yet she was never ostentatious. She was always quiet and reserved, never competing or fighting for anything. Still, the malicious rumors and slander had never spared her.
His hands at his sides clenched tightly into fists; his gaze lowered.
The road ahead would only become increasingly hazardous and difficult. How could he shield her from the wind and rain and protect her for a lifetime?
