Nalan Ye Jue was cornered by Qin Xin's relentless questioning, with no room to retreat, sweat nearly dripping from his forehead.
How could he explain to her those things that happened over a decade ago, during his naive adolescence?
At that time, Lan Qingxin was only one or two years old, and he wasn't even ten yet.
With parents absent for years, he almost single-handedly supported Lan Qingxin through her entire childhood, taking care of everything from clothing and food to shelter.
"When you were a child and had a fever, I took care of you, but that was my duty and doesn't mean anything..." Nalan Ye Jue's voice was hoarse, slightly coarse, abruptly realizing something wrong mid-sentence, "Not you, it was Lan Qingxin she..."
He was nearly thrown into confusion by Qin Xin, unable to distinguish between the two.
