His mother fell from a legitimate fiancée to a clandestine lover, then had him with some unknown random man, and in the end abandoned him at the door of an orphanage.
Thinking of Mo Si Huang, Su Li couldn't quite tell what she was feeling inside.
His parents' background, a life shackled from childhood—could that really count as his reason for changing?
A gentle voice suddenly rang out: "One's background and circumstances can't be an excuse for becoming a worse person."
Su Li looked up; Feng Ciye was holding a paper cup for guests, lowering his head to take a sip of hot water. Every movement carried a calm ease, unruffled by any change.
Seeing Feng Ciye, the knot in Su Li's heart gradually began to loosen and clear.
Feng Ciye had lived a lonely life; fate had been cruellest to him. His heart should have been a barren wasteland long ago, yet he still protected that last ray of light within and refused to let it go out.
