I'm protecting you

Song Xuan's eyes were fixed on the sentence 'you're doing this for my own good'. She gently rubbed the letter with her fingers and fell into deep thought.

Was she really doing this for yang Haitao's sake?

Only she knew what she was thinking deep down in her heart.

She just felt that yang Haitao's cultural level was low and wanted to create someone who was worthy of her and could have a common language with her.

Yang Haitao said that he had a dark heart, but wasn't she the same?

Yang Haitao had never liked to study, and he had made it clear as soon as he came up. It was her, she was the one who was not willing to find an uncultured person.

Song Xuan, no one was perfect. Yang Haitao should have the right to choose his own lifestyle, shouldn't he?

She sat by the desk in front of the window for a long time, until the evening. The sun was setting in the West, and the sunlight shone on the letter and yang Haitao's heartfelt words.