Quan Jue had mixed feelings.
He had just experienced the most ridiculous joke of his life.
For some reason, his mother was still youthful and had a happy new family. She had completely forgotten about him.
When he saw Lu Xian and Ye Yichen leaving together, he thought of Chi Jiao.
He wished that Jiaojiao were here.
If Jiaojiao were here, he would be able to hug her in his arms.
She was the roses on the windowsill of the dark cell that imprisoned him. She was the only light in his life.
Quan Jue wanted to embrace his light to illuminate his dark heart a little.
He wanted her to help his heart recover some of the warmth a normal living person should have.
But he had made her cry again.
"Don't cry." Quan Jue reached out and touched the corner of Chi Jiao's eye.
He could feel the tears.
