Cen Mohan talked about his childhood experiences as he drove.
"My sister and I were twins. My mother was only a servant of the Cen Family. She died in childbirth when she gave birth to us. In truth, someone simply thought she was an eyesore and a stain, so they had her killed."
"When I was sixteen, when that incident happened to my sister, I was the one who stepped in to stop it. I schemed to cripple the old man who had designs on her."
"After that, I began to think. The result of my thinking was that, before I turned sixteen, my sister had always protected me. So after I turned sixteen, it should be my turn to protect her."
Su Qiao was a little envious. "Then you siblings must have a very deep bond."
"A bond?"
Cen Mohan was stunned for a moment. "Perhaps."
In fact, at that time, he had no idea what a bond was. He only felt that since she had been born alongside him and had often shielded him when they were young, he had a duty to help and protect her.
If he really had to talk about the words "a bond"...
The thing that had probably given him the deepest understanding was that dream!
He had probably learned what "a bond" was from that dream.
In the past, whenever he heard people mention "a bond," the first thing that would surge into his mind was probably just the feeling of "pain."
Cen Mohan silently turned his head and glanced at the girl leaning against the window with her eyes closed, resting.
It was only after meeting her that he understood that a bond did not only bring people pain. It could also bring them happiness.
He felt somewhat fortunate that he