Momo saw Ye Zhan remaining silent, and she didn't urge him. She just gently squeezed his long, slender fingers with her delicate little hand.
Silently, conveying her concern to him.
"Momo, he and I have been like strangers for years."
"I know, everything has a beginning. Actually, you don't only hate him."
Momo's heart ached for Ye Zhan's pain from losing his mother at a young age, for his loneliness over the years, and for the cold estrangement between him and his family.
At this moment, Ye Zhan's eyes held conflict, and his brows were filled with confusion.
As for his relationship with Ye Zhangming, he no longer knew how to handle it.
"My dear, no matter what decision you make, I'll support you." Momo lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it gently, then looked up with a smiling face at him.
"Momo, thank you."
"So where are we going now?" Momo blinked her beautiful eyes and asked.
