Ye Rui finished speaking, looked at Xiao Zhen, and sighed.
Seeing Xiao Zhen remain silent for a long time, his expression calm, Ye Rui finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Do you hate your aunt?"
Xiao Zhen shook his head, "I don't hate her."
Ye Rui was surprised.
Xiao Zhen, emotionless, said, "She gave me life, living for herself isn't wrong. At least, she left me and has not regretted it. As for me…"
He smiled a little, "It's true that my familial ties are shallow, but I haven't lacked for family affection since I was ten."
His words referred to Ling Hua.
Ling Hua blinked, thinking it over; yes, while they aren't blood relatives, they are more than family.
Ye Rui was momentarily at a loss for words. The aunt indeed had no regrets, but it was true her heart had ached over the years. It was also true she hadn't had any more children.
