In the garden, Shen Yuanqi was only wearing a wool sweater. He had a pair of shears in his hand and was trimming the bonsai. His wrinkled face looked very calm. His eyes were focused on the work in his hands. He looked calm and peaceful.
Xia Ning was standing not too far away. Seeing his shaky movements, she suddenly realized that she did not hate him much.
It was a matter of the previous generation. The people who should hate him was Grandmother and Mother. She was just feeling unfair for them. But now that she saw him being alone, she felt that this person had nothing to do with them.
If he had cared even a little bit for her mother 16 years ago, she would not have done this.
But there were no ifs in this world. This person was so cold-blooded and heartless.
Now that he was alone, it was their biggest revenge.
"Your grandmother used to like to play with these flowers." Shen Yuanqi's voice sounded suddenly.
