Tang Ziyi sat in the living room of Sun Lixia's villa, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Li Xiaojun, noticing his distracted demeanor, joined him on the plush sofa. "You seem far away from here," he remarked with a gentle smile.
Tang Ziyi's brow furrowed as he acknowledged Li Xiaojun's observation. "Uncle Xiaojun, I am just thinking about this whole thing," he admitted, his voice laced with a hint of weariness.
Li Xiaojun's expression softened with understanding. "It all came too sudden, didn't it?" he asked, his tone laced with empathy.
Tang Ziyi sighed deeply, the weight of his circumstances bearing down upon him. "Jiang Honglin never loved me," he said, his words laced with a tinge of bitterness. "He gave me away when I was born. He was no better than that woman who birthed me and left me at the hospital."
