The big house was bright in the cold light. No one was inside the house; only loneliness and coldness accompanied it. Fang Mu had grown up in such an atmosphere. At that time, Mu Chen often did not return home for a few days. She had paid for a nanny, but the nanny saw that Mu Chen did not care about Fang Mu, so naturally, she did not care about Fang Mu either.
Fang Mu would often go hungry at that time.
Hunger was not the worst thing; it was loneliness.
At night, without the sunlight, the villa was especially lonely and cold.
Fang Mu thought that he would move from here with Fang Shan someday and live in an apartment in the city. It was smaller there, and he might feel warmer.
As he thought about this, he unknowingly finished a plate of noodles.
