The hot water in the cup was still steaming, rushing straight towards the face.
Ning Yan looked at the cup carefully pushed over to him, his heart already a mix of emotions, unspeakably bitter.
Once, he wished someone could help him, not much, just to say a word for him, but there never was, until his heart turned cold, until he chose to save himself.
Ning Yan's dry lips moved slightly, but in the end, he didn't utter a word of thanks; instead, he silently took the cup and drank a sip.
Su Li looked at the child with quite a bit of heartache, although only six years younger than her, now he had grown into the appearance of a youth, which made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Growing up in such a family, with an extremely irresponsible father and a mother who was both abusive and highly controlling, it's rare indeed that his values haven't been distorted.
Su Li looked at the calmly expressioned Ning Yan, and softly said, "Alright, that was just a small episode, let's eat."
