'Why...she thinks like that?'
Zhao Yang's eyes dimmed. He subconsciously touched his bangle and gripped it hard.
'I never treat her– '
"Uncle. She knows." Zhao Yun suddenly looked at Zhao Yang and shook his head. "Even if you say you don't see her as your ex-lover…" the boy paused.
"But, I do think you treat her like that girl substitute."
Zhao Yun's sentence hit Zhao Yang hard.
The man staggered for a bit. He immediately touched his forehead and lowered his head.
"No, I– "
"...to think she already knows that…" Zhao Yun sighed. "No wonder she is always rather stiff around us. She already notices all the kindness you show her…" Zhao Yun inhaled deeply.
"Is not genuine."
"I don't mean to treat her like that!" Zhao Yang interrupted. The man glared at Zhao Yun. "I don't– "
'Or do I?'
