There was a look of sympathy on Su Cheng's face as he patted Luo Qinghe on the shoulder, "Aunt Luo has always been strict with herself, she... she's doing it for your own good."
"For my good?" Luo Qinghe sneered, his gaze laced with irony as he looked at Su Cheng, "Then why didn't you comfort yourself with those words when your parents forced you? Why didn't you comfort Nan Qing with these words when she ran away from home?"
Usually, Luo Qinghe would be the one who felt awkward at the mention of "Nan Qing," but today, as he spoke her name, he felt an unprecedented ease, while it was Su Cheng who seemed out of sorts.
