Zhiyuan looked at the man standing in front of him. He could hardly believe that Xiaosi and he were once best friends once upon a time.
Those young and warm memories gushed in his heart but then it enveloped in pain as he remembered Xiaosi's dark and cold gaze filled with hatred for him.
Once again why...he had no answer.
There were so many questions that were left unanswered to him. Nobody told him anything.
Why did Caihong leave me?
Why did Xiaosi start hating me?
Why did they marry?
Everybody knew about his relationship with Caihong, so he failed to understand how Xiaosi suddenly took her with him one day.
Why does Grandpa hate me too?
Why does he get angry whenever I am with Xinyi?
So many questions... seven years ago and seven years later too. But no answers whatsoever which was akin to a curse to Zhiyuan considering his personality.
He silently clenched his fist.
