He Ning listened to He Jing's words, gobsmacked. How could He Jing have been so considerate toward him for so long without him knowing?
He had always thought she was trying to curry favor with the He family to integrate as soon as possible; it had always just been a formality in his mind...
Suddenly, he felt an indescribable emotion burbling from the depths of his heart.
Now that he looked at He Jing, she had the face of a god kissed by an angel, her ruby-red lips were curved into a smile, and her eyes reflected a beautiful, otherworldly light. No one would think she had been born into a poor family like theirs or that she would willingly become part of the family.
Perhaps he had allowed his prejudice to cloud his judgment more than he realized.
He Xiaoguo pouted, his hands cupping his sullen face. "I want my birthday to come soon, too. I wonder if Sister will give me a toy car or a Gundam..."