Ouyang Jiahui chewed gum, shaking her pomelo explosion hairstyle, and said, "Of course I don't live with them. I'm a modern independent woman, how can I live with my parents? I have my own single apartment. It's small but cozy. In this aspect, we're quite alike; you don't live with your parents either, you live alone."
Mentioning her parents, Gu Xinyan's eyes immediately darkened.
She didn't even know who her father was and had never seen a shadow of her mother.
Her grandfather said they were dead, but she and her sister both knew that they weren't dead; they'd simply forgotten about them.
Before she turned fifteen, she still hoped they would come back. If they did, she would forgive them and still call them mom and dad affectionately.
But that was just a dream. After she turned fifteen, she and her sister stopped discussing who their parents were; they seemed to have an unspoken agreement to carefully avoid talking about them.
