She stared blankly at Beitang Che, her eyes feeling warm, with even a thin layer of mist in the clear pupils: "How could it be this way?"
She always thought that someone like Yao, from a wealthy family, would surely be the darling admired by everyone. But unexpectedly, he was such an unfortunate person. A woman's compassion is innate, and when she heard about Beitang Yao's experiences, her heart faintly trembled.
"So, now that you're beside Yao, you must not let him down, understand?" Beitang Che smiled, simultaneously envying Beitang Yao for his luck in encountering such a good girl.
He could tell from her expression that her feelings for Yao were genuine.
"Che, this tiramisu really gets better and better!" The old man praised while holding the tiramisu, laughing heartily as he ate, "You all should try it, it's really delicious!"
