Warm sunlight filtered through the white gauze curtain, falling on the bed where an incredibly beautiful girl lay, her angelic sleeping face capable of making the world sink.
The fragrance of food permeated the room’s air. The beautiful woman who had slept soundly opened her eyes, revealing a sweet smile.
“Lei, you prepared a meal. Last night wasn’t a dream,” she whispered happily.
When Leng Youlan entered her home, she felt pain wash over her again.
“Don’t go, I don’t want to be alone anymore. Stay and keep me company, okay?” Leng Youlan quickly rushed to the doorway, calling out to the departing figure, her voice full of pleading and fear.
“Okay.”
Lei Tianyi didn’t understand why seeing this girl sad made his heart ache so much.
He wanted to give her all the world’s beauty, just to make her happy.
“Have you had enough?” He didn’t mind being admired by his woman!
“I’ve—I’ve seen enough!” She was so embarrassed! She was certain her face was as red as a traffic light.
“Babe, you are my babe, Leng Youlan is Lei Tianyi’s babe alone! Do you like it?”
“Like it, I really really like it.” Leng Youlan felt so happy, so happy.
“Mommy, do you see this? Your daughter is now so happy, you must be smiling in heaven!”
[Volume One: Chapter Four – Pain Behind the Cold Facade]
Because Lei Tianyi cooked, Leng Youlan was responsible for washing the dishes. Lei Tianyi leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching the figure busy in the kitchen. Suddenly, his gaze turned icy. Why was his babe so sad yesterday? If he found out who dared to bully her, he would definitely give them the best “gift”, just like the “gift” White Xiong received – absolute destruction.
“Yi, the dishes are done. Can we go out and play?” Leng Youlan nestled into Lei Tianyi’s embrace.
“Babe, let’s go out later. I want to ask you a few questions first, is that okay?”
“Okay!” Leng Youlan knew there were some things she must let him understand.
“Babe, why were you so sad yesterday?”
“Yesterday was my birthday and my mommy’s death anniversary, the day I hate most in the year.” It was stained with my mother’s blood, my endless tears, and my bone-deep hatred for that person.
