Ji Yunhuai raised his eyes and looked at Lu Xiaoxiao.
Those eyes, usually teasing or sharp, still held lingering confusion and a trace of barely perceptible hope.
He nodded gently, his voice low. "I do. Go ahead."
Seeing that he was willing to listen, Lu Xiaoxiao immediately cleared her throat and sat up straight, adopting a solemnly analytical expression. But she deliberately made her voice exaggeratedly cheerful, as though coaxing a child:
"First of all! After hearing you wrestle with all that and examine your feelings so honestly..." She held up a finger and tapped the air, her eyes curving into crescents. "I really have to praise you! Little Ji Yunhuai, having complicated thoughts like 'I should hate him, but he doesn't seem all that bad' proves what? It proves that deep down, you're a very, very kind little boy!"
Ji Yunhuai: "..."
The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. Looking at Lu Xiaoxiao's sparkling, "what a good baby you are" gaze, and hearing her draw out "little boy," he felt an inexplicable helplessness, mixed with a little amusement, dilute the gloom in his heart.
What was all this supposed to be?
Had they suddenly switched to the kindergarten channel?
Ignoring his subtle expression, Lu Xiaoxiao continued in that lively tone of hers. "Really! Think about it. If someone more hard-hearted, someone who repaid every slight, were in your position and found out who Fang Youcheng was, they wouldn't care whether he adjusted the air conditioner vents or the orbit of a star. They'd strike first and ruin him before worrying about anything else! Would they sit here reflecting on whether they should hate him and agonizing over whether he was innocent, like you?"
"The fact that this bothers you means you have a sense of right and wrong, a