"You have to know that your uncle didn't do anything wrong. He didn't let you down, nor did Yaoyao. You let her go first and you rejected her first."
In Grandfather Huo's eyes, Huo Ningxi was like a child with a pathological possessiveness.
He used to have a toy that he didn't like very much. One day, he threw the toy away and didn't feel sorry for it. Until one day, he saw it in someone else's hand, the toy that he had thrown away.
He suddenly realized, ah, this toy was so good! It was expensive, beautiful, and interesting. He wanted to get it back.
However, he forgot that he was long past the age where he could throw a tantrum and get everything he wanted.
In the world of adults, there was no humility.
"Grandfather!"
Huo Ningxi chased after him. He knew that it was ungentlemanly of him to do so, but he was unwilling to accept it.
The fear of losing something that he could never touch again made him deeply afraid.
