Huo Jinyao hugged Su Qingsang tightly. Due to everything that she had experienced during her childhood, her heart had been tucked under layers of thick ice.
On the surface, she might seem like she had accepted him, but he knew that she was still pretty reserved about him deep down. Just like how she was still unable to address Xiang Caiping as her mother.
Even in bed, she was reluctant to call him her husband. She even rarely called him by his name.
In her heart, she had always distanced herself from everybody else.
"I'm really fine." As Huo Jinyao refused to release her, the only thing Su Qingsang could do was push herself away from his embrace. "Look, I grew up despite having nobody to celebrate my birthday. It's just a birthday — it doesn't matter whether or not it's celebrated."
Huo Jinyao remained silent. He only kept staring at her.
