She was an orphan. That was why she had empathy for him and felt sorry for him.
The sky slowly brightened. Song Jiaren carefully carried the sleeping child back to his room and placed him on the bed. She gently covered him with a blanket.
Jiang Chang, his little face covered in tears, gripped her sleeve tightly. Even when he was asleep, his brows were tightly knitted together. He was very uneasy. She didn't know what he had endured these nights all these years.
Song Jiaren slowly pulled away her sleeves and walked out of the room.
The moment she left, Jiang Cang opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. He didn't ask Song Jiaren to stay. In his mind, everyone would leave him eventually. He was already used to it.
