Ever since Lu Jinnian was young, he had been insulted many times. Even his birth father had said cruel things to him before, but he had never felt as pathetic as he felt right now.
He wanted to allow himself to react or do something, but he had no idea what he should do. He could only maintain his usual frosty demeanor.
After a seemingly long time, Qiao Anhao's cries started to go down, her lashes trembling lightly.
He had always assumed that if his confession failed, he would lose her completely, so he would rather silently stay by her side.
Even if she would never turn back her entire life, it was fine.
Because in this world, she was the only one that gave him hope and showed him the beauty of life.
Many times, just her expression or a faint smile was able to brighten his day.
But even this tiny request was slowly turning into an unreachable desire.
