Having cried himself out, he crawled into his own bed.
Even the bed of a six-year-old child in a wealthy family is very large, big enough for him to toss and turn, but he curled up small under the quilt, the soft bedding enveloped him, yet it took a long time for him to feel warm.
Today, he had accidentally crumpled the paper crane Ji Jiaxin had given him. Would she hate him for it?
Why did Ji Jiaxin have such a caring mother, while his own mother was like this?
The stark contrast overwhelmed him, and the spark of liveliness that had been rekindled within him was extinguished today.
…
Meanwhile, Ji Jiaxin, who was preparing to sleep, found tears welling up involuntarily.
This sudden outburst of tears startled Ji Yao, who immediately went to her daughter's side to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"What's wrong, Xinxin?"
"Mom, I don't know, I just suddenly feel very sad..."
