Song Jiamei grasped his hand and asked tenderly again, "Have you encountered something unpleasant? Talk to me, keeping it all inside must be very difficult."
Si Xi looked at her but still said nothing.
Song Jiamei didn't press him, squatting down beside him, she obediently rested her head on his knee, silently offering him comfort.
Si Xi lifted his hand and slowly stroked her head, time and again, before he eventually spoke up to ask her, "When your father sold you, did you hate him?"
He had wanted to ask this question for many years. He wanted to know what she truly felt about having such a father.
Song Jiamei shook her head, "No, I didn't hate him. He gave me life and found me a job where I had food to eat, clothes to wear, and a place to stay. How could I hate him? I understand his decision at that time. Staying with him would only bring suffering, and in fact, I know he didn't want to sell me."
Si Xi asked again, "Then, have you ever hated anyone?"
