Anjue dotingly pinched her face, hugged her in his arms, and wrapped her entire body in his jacket against his chest.
She was really small, Anjue could lift her with one hand effortlessly.
"I'm telling you this to let you understand that my family relationships are very complicated. I respect them, but it's just respect."
As for anything else, Anjue is inherently indifferent.
Moreover, the term 'parents' doesn't resonate well within him.
Ye Xiaoyu hugged him with a heartache.
"It's all in the past, it's all over now."
Anjue chuckled lightly: "It's fine, I don't mind, why should you."
Anjue really didn't mind.
Except for the initial fear and a period of withdrawal, he felt nothing afterwards.
Speaking of which, he cured his autism himself.
He handled his own autism, gave himself psychological counseling, and healed himself—it's not hard to imagine how indifferent and formidable he is.
Ye Xiaoyu's heart ached sharply.
Anjue, on the other hand, felt nothing.
