Back at Xinyi's side, Zhiyuan quietly patted Siying's head as he dozed off to sleep. Xinyi sat beside him and whispered. "Asleep?"
Zhiyuan nodded with a gentle smile. "En."
Xinyi adjusted the blanket on him. She hesitated for a few moments and then asked, "...What did she say?"
His fingers paused, and he seemed to be in a daze. His gaze slowly met his, and her heart skipped a beat. They stared at each other in silence.
His lips parted to say, "Xinyi. Why does nobody tell me anything?"
A dull pain surged in her chest because even if Zhiyuan didn't know, she knew it herself that 'nobody' in his question included her too.
"Grandpa doesn't want to tell me why he hates me."
Xinyi felt uncomfortable and nervous.
"Xiaosi doesn't want to tell me why he hates me."
She lowered her gaze in sadness.
"And Caihong doesn't want to tell me why she left me."
