Yang Qinghua felt helpless.
This man is really too transparent, as if he has already glimpsed the operating rules of this world.
Being with someone like that would undoubtedly be very exhausting, and requires full courage and perseverance.
"I've been pondering a question."
Yang Qinghua whispered softly, "What will you do when you get old?"
"Live in a nursing home, what else can I do?"
"Cao Xiugo, are you really sick?"
Yang Qinghua lost his composure, laughed, and cursed: "You want to live in a nursing home? Even if you want to, you'd have to ask your sister if she agrees, right?"
"She's a girl; she'll have her own life."
Right.
That feeling came again.
Yang Qinghua wanted to say something but stopped, ultimately only able to be angry with himself.
Who else could he blame?
The heart was given to whom he chose, without anyone's coercion.
"And what about you? Won't you have your own life? Only those without support would choose to live in a nursing home."
