"Don't be upset, don't punish yourself for others' mistakes, it isn't worth it." As she murmurs, her tender words manage to warm his heart.
Gu Shaocheng gazes at her for a long time.
His heart feels warmer and more tender with each passing moment.
Chenxing, however, feels a pang of sorrow, empathizing with his internal pain. She has met Mrs. Xia. We can't choose where we are born, or who our parents are. His mother didn't love him; it was as if he was born in the wrong womb. Chenxing closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered, "Shaocheng, I want to spend every New Year's Eve with you. You must be with me too. We should not dwell on the past; we should look forward. Okay?"
She lifted her head, her eyes clear and bright.
He hugs her tightly, his voice husky yet soothing, laughing, "Silly girl, I'm not as fragile as you think. I just let my emotions get the better of me."
Chenxing purses her lips, instinctively sensing his sadness.
