Lu Zhonian's always casual smile finally disappeared completely.
From the day he decided to keep Song Nian by his side, Lu Zhonian knew she was a smart child.
She had always chosen to escape and ignore everything happening around her.
Even when pushed to such extremes by him, she still chose to avoid.
Lu Zhonian thought, if he were crueler, he should have torn off her mask and made her face everything.
But in the past, he ultimately couldn't bear it; many times, at the moment of decision, he was unable to make a decisive move.
But this time, Song Nian crossed his line.
"Do you feel wronged?" Lu Zhonian's voice was as cold as ice, "Do you think I'm overbearing, trampling on your dignity and leaving you in a miserable state?"
Song Nian did not speak; Lu Zhonian's words had hit her soft spot.
She just cried, tears falling drop by drop, as if she had suffered great injustice.
Lu Zhonian hardened his heart and did not wipe them away.
