"I forgot to ask you last night—how did your hand become like that? Can you let me see it again?"
A familiar glimmer flickered in Yao Ziyan's eyes, and Luo Chuan seemed to see Yue Ling, whom he had not seen in a long time.
He flexed his fingers. Fortunately, they were not broken.
Luo Chuan pulled his hand back. Just as he was about to rub his wrist, Yao Ziyan seized it again.
"Let me see it one more time."
Yao Ziyan had always been brimming with curiosity. She gently nudged Luo Chuan's arm, and an unconsciously sweet, cloying note slipped into her voice.
Even she froze for a moment, apparently not expecting herself to say something like that.
So she lowered her head and bit Luo Chuan.
Looking at the faint tooth marks on his hand, Luo Chuan felt a little wounded. He had done nothing this time, so why was he still the one who got hurt in the end?
Unfair!
Forget it. This world had never been fair to begin with.
Just like certain things: if you could afford them from the moment you were born, you could buy them with ease. If you could not afford them from birth, chances were you would never be able to afford them for the rest of your life.
But no matter what, life still had to go on.
Lying flat or striving onward were merely different choices. Everyone had their own ambitions, and the future was uncertain. No one knew what would happen in the end.
Most of the time, people's lofty ambitions would have their edges ground smooth by life, until they finally learned to compromise.
Luo Chuan pinched Yao Ziyan's cheek in retaliation. He had no intention of compromising.
Yao Ziyan wrinkled her nose and rubbed