After that time, the two became friends, talking about everything.
He trusted her very much, ignoring the advances of other girls, but he invited only her to talk on the rooftop of the academic building. He was not a man of many words, usually speaking just a few each time, but she knew everything he said came from the heart, that he was willing to share his thoughts with her meant he trusted her.
And she, she came to rely on him as her pillar.
Chenxuan cried once in front of her when his mother fell from a building and his father went missing. He felt a moment of despair, burrowing into her shoulder and holding her tightly.
She felt a pang of heartache, after all, he was still just a fourteen-year-old boy.
And she understood his hatred towards his father, who had been unfaithful in his marriage. It was a deep wound, just like the harassment she suffered from her foster father.
