Just now, when he saw the disappointment in Yu Zi's eyes, it really felt as though his heart was struck with a huge hammer. His chest hurt as though it had been shattered. He did not even have the guts to look at Yu Zi.
"You're still blaming us for this!" Pan Yunfeng pointed at Yue Jingchen, beside herself in anger.
She had always thought that the Yu family looked down on them. They never did, of course, but Pan Yunfeng never stopped believing that.
The poorer she thought her family was, the largest the distance she perceived between the two families, the lower her self-esteem went. She kept thinking the worst of others, and even the most innocent of the Yu family's actions ended up looking like contempt in her eyes.
Yue Jingchen no longer wanted to speak to Pan Yunfeng. He just stayed there, his face in his hands.
