After losing her parents, she chose to escape, hiding in a war-torn no-man's land, narrowly escaping death several times before letting go of her hatred and returning.
Even so, she never managed to live like an ordinary person and laugh like Cui Jiangjing.
She hid in a narrow alley, immersing herself in her own world every day. To put it bluntly, whether she returned to Capital City or not didn't make a difference; she still hadn't contacted the outside world.
Cui Hao's complexion was terrible, as white as paper, completely devoid of color. With Huo Xiahe's support, he barely stood upright, but his spirit was entirely gone.
"Do you still hate me now?"
Cui Jiangjing's pitch-black eyes, cool and indifferent, no longer smiled, much more mature. After a long while, he lifted his thin lips and said, "You are my father. Whether I want it or not, you gave me life and let me grow up without worries. Everyone in this world can hate you, but I have no right to hate you."
