Even after Xiao Zhiren left the Ji Mansion, his heart and mind both didn't calm down at all. If anything, a sharp headache was piercing through his brain. His vision blurred and he stepped on brakes, coming to an abrupt halt. It was late at night and the road wasn't as busy as it had been in the day.
Xiao Zhiren dropped his head on the steering wheel and tried to remember what his grandmother said. If he chose someone himself as a kid, he should have some recollection of it, right? But why was his mind completely blank?
Pinching his forehead, his eyes fell on that red thread around his wrist. He felt like someone was mocking him. Reminding him how his love for his little chili was tainted. How could he love anyone else? No! He didn't want to believe it.
With the pads of his finger, he caressed the red thread.
"Mum, I want to take that little bean home." A childish voice rang in his mind.
