Han Liuhai reveals to An Chuxia Qilu doesn’t have real childhood friends. Their high family status has people getting close to him because of his money and connections, not in spite of it.
He’s always wanted to make friends but time and time again, the people he befriends break their promises. Since then, he’s lost his trust in people. His personality changes to something more volatile. He smiles one minute, and in the next, stab a person on the belly.
It was after kindergarten when he met other children with similar family status. Xiao Mingluo and Ling Hanyu have become his… sunflower. Their bond
normalized him. But still, he prefers living a more solitary existence. He is suspicious of anyone. He distrusts people, and he hates anyone suddenly appearing next to him and in his thoughts.
She doesn’t know why, but when Han Liuhai speaks about his son, his expression becomes inscrutinable. But just as quickly, it reverts to being normal. She suddenly dismisses her thoughts.
After hearing Qilu’s story, Chuxia’s heart is suddenly filled with sadness.
Her family may have been poor but she doesn’t lack true friends. Her friends are sincere despite their low status. Her childhood was very lively and happy.
But children from rich families have poor
poor childhood memories. They don’t have actual friends. Perhaps, it is ordinary for poor people to have friends, while it’s a luxury for the rich.
She’s suspects he doesn’t trust because he doesn’t want to be lonely, but why does he suddenly hate her?
She suddenly understood Han Qilu.
“Han Shushu, I think I know what you’re trying to tell me.” She flashes a pleasant smile.
“You know, he is a good boy,” he says. “There are times when he is like a wayward three- year-old child, but I hope in time, you can understand him a little more.”
An Chuxia nods.”I will, Han Shushu.”
Han Lu Hai waves his
waves his hand and says, “Do not call me Han Shushu. Call me bofu. Calling me Han Shushu makes us feel like we are strangers.”
An Chuxia smiles and calls him bofu.
“Well, it’s about nine o’clock. I’ll see you at breakfast? I’m off to see your bomu,” Han Liuhai says before heading for the stairs.
This is one of those moments she truly envies Qilu. Although his father looks very stern, her heart already loves him like a father. And maybe it’s because she grew up without one. She likes him treating her like his feral child.
She wipes the tear in her eye before mounting the steps. mounting the steps. Sighing, she remembers today’s homework still needs to be finished!
While in the other side of town, Xiao Mingluo’s home is not as harmonious.
“Are you alright? You really want to sleep here?” Xiao Mingluo asks. He answers the door in his white robe. He looks like he’s been woken from sleep.
“What, you’re kicking me out?” Qilu jumps on the bed.
Confused, Xiao Mingluo says, “If your mom is looking to blame me, I don’t want to be your scapegoat. Don’t take advantage of me. Go home.”
Han Qilu walks over to Mingluo and cups the back of his neck. “You really want me to go back?”