No matter what, An Yang certainly felt a guilty conscience.
A male-chauvinist person might say that since Xiao Xueer was willing to be with him and he possessed enough ability to give Xiao Xueer happiness, why bother being so coy? Just accept it! Yet if one truly investigated the facts, his feelings for Xiao Xueer still fell far short of the dozen-year accumulation with Ji Weiwei. Moreover, two people walking together was by no means as simple as just the two of them; behind each person stood a family. Only with that family could you grow to this extent. Unless in a situation like Ji Weiwei's, no one could casually cast their family behind them.
After all, in traditional Chinese families, elders regarded their children as an extension of their own spirit and pinned all their own will onto their children. This was simply too common.
They indeed spared no effort in being good to their children, exhausting everything to cultivate them into successful individuals—that much was indisputable. Yet they also yearned to tightly grasp onto their children, and the invisible expectations and constraints also brought a heavy burden to the children.
An Yang did not know that shortly after he went out, An You also went out with a small sky-blue bag on her back.
She did not drive her sports car, nor did she accept comrade Xiao Qian's kind offer. She walked out on foot, strolling leisurely along the riverbank, crossing the bridge, walking into the downtown district, and suddenly saw a beverage shop nearby. Well, what actually attracted her was the lollipops strung together like candied hawthorns at the milk tea shop's entrance.
Comrade An You stopped, carried her small bag across the street, and bought a lollipop. After thinking about it, she said, "I'll take two