Ye Beisheng's ears perked up.
"I always thought so," Huo Xiting said lightly. "But I still feel sad."
Ye Beisheng's heart clenched.
No matter how strong a person was, there would always be something soft in his heart.
When Huo Xiting was young... He had never enjoyed the love of his family, except for the Huo family's grandmother.
However, Grandma Huo had always been sick and had little time to care about him.
Huo Xiting had been alone since he was a child.
Occasionally, he would also be envious. Why did other children have parents to accompany them while he did not?
Ye Beisheng remembered that Senior was her god in the past. He was like a tall tower that would never fall. He would always stand there and block any danger or storm for her.
Now she realized that Huo Xiting's heart had long been cold under his strong appearance.
If one's heart was too hard, it would shatter with a hammer.
