Su Xinyi was still full of anger by the evening. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Turning her head to look at Yan Junchu, who had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep, she felt just how pitiable he truly was.
Although she had grown up in the countryside, her birth mother had been strict with her but always loving. As a child, she was envied by other kids in the village because her mother treated her too well.
What other girl could boast of having pretty clothes to wear, her own jewelry to adorn herself with? Even if none of it was particularly expensive, it was unique to her.
But Prince Rong lost his mother at a young age, and growing up in such a place as the palace, he faced a family on the outside that was nothing but a pack of wolves. To have become what he was today must have been very hard.
"Can't sleep?"
Su Xinyi blinked, just about to say something when suddenly her vision darkened, "Since you can't sleep, let's do something else…"
