He didn't know when his hatred stopped making sense.
He hated her—Lu Qingyan—for being able to smile so easily. For accepting everything, everyone, even the ones who left, as if abandonment was just another normal part of life.
He hated how she didn't cry at the airport.
He hated how she never clung to anyone's leg and begged.
He hated how she made it look so damn easy—being left behind.
And he hated the whole damn family for moving on like it meant nothing. For adjusting so smoothly to new walls, new beds, new guardians.
He hated how they could carve out a different life while he was still standing in the rubble of the old one, bleeding from wounds no one remembered inflicting.
He still remembered the way Lu Jing had squatted to his level and patted his head that day. A smile was on his face, but it looked more painful than kind.
"You'll live with Dad from now on."
