She doesn't need kinship, nor does she need love. Her life experiences have already told her that, in this world, there's actually no one who is trustworthy.
Even kinship cannot be trusted, let alone love.
Her mother, so young, perished by the hand of love; she could never forget the day her mother died, the way her father stood aloof outside the crowd, watching with cold indifference.
At the peak of her mother's passionate love, her father's love had already withered on her and bloomed for another woman.
And now, he doesn't even spare her.
Such bone-chilling coldness.
Liu Yi raised her head to look at Liu Mingxing's face. Her expression was very faint, yet seemed to be tinged with deep loneliness. A loneliness that seemed etched into her bones, unable to be hidden no matter how much she smiled.
She had always remained on the outside of society; her only connection to the world was him.
