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Thinking of his grandfather paralyzed in bed, the scorn and ridicule in others' eyes these past days, and the pressure from all around, Ouyang Jin's chiseled features twisted into a ferocious expression.
Looking again at his father's protection of Zhiyan, that unwavering conviction, the attitude of disregarding life and death, his heart ached, his eyes instantly reddened with rage, as if his chest was being gnawed by a swarm of ants, emitting an intense sorrow around him, like an abandoned baby, forlorn and helpless. It made Zhiyan's heart tremble, and a delicate, smooth little face showed a hint of pity.
In fact, it was not his fault, yet he bore the pain.
"Jinjin!" Ouyang Peng's brows were tightly knit, his face showing concern. He had never seen Jinjin like this before, it seems the pressure he had endured over the last half year was indeed immense.
