Wen Nian gripped Song Lili's hand so tightly, it almost broke her fingers.
Is it fair...
She also wanted to ask, is it fair?
"Song Lili, I detest this world, I really detest it!"
His handsome, gentle face showed not even a trace of brightness, only a layer of gloominess overshadowed his beautiful eyes.
"You should know this better than anyone."
He suppressed his voice, his breath close to her lips.
Song Lili's heart skipped a beat...
She had forgotten, not just now, but for a very long time...
In public, he was the grandson of Wen Liangyu, the only son of Wen Chou, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, the destined scion of the Wen Family. But in private, he was separated from his mother at the age of five and was only cared for by an old housekeeper who managed his daily life. He had no childhood, always had endless books to read and homework to do.
He lived in the house opposite hers.