Huo Junhan had never had any concept of home.
He had never felt like he had a home before. Since he didn't know what it was like to have a home, he didn't yearn for it.
However, when he was wandering the streets in the past, he would often see other people's family of three going out to play.
At first, he would be envious.
But on second thought, what was the use of being envious?
Since it was useless, there was no need to be envious.
He was very good at comforting himself. Then, he would make himself feel a little lack of desire and become numb.
Even though he didn't have any desire for home, Huo Junhan still said "okay" calmly under Song Lanyue's gaze.
As long as he could stay here, he could become whatever they wanted him to become.
Seeing Huo Junhan's submissive look, Song Lanyue raised her hand and touched the top of his head. "Good boy."
Huo Junhan's body froze.
