The Deepest, Most Repressed Secret (5)

  The house has no luxurious decorations, no beautiful crystal lamps, and no luxurious sofas. There is not even a spacious living room, nor are there any electrical appliances that should be present. The entire house is very spacious but empty, with nothing to block the view, and one can see the clean and bright floor-to-ceiling windows at a glance. Next to the floor-to-ceiling window is a somewhat worn-out but not dirty wooden table, surrounded by two slightly faded red plastic stools.

  "As you can see, this is why I don't want others to enter my home." Duanchen's clear and cool voice came from behind, carrying an unprecedented sense of sadness that enveloped Lucas tightly. "My parents' relationship was always bad. When my dad's company went bankrupt, my mom left us. At that time, my dad owed a lot of money to others, and everything in the house that could be sold for money was sold out. Although I was already in fifth grade at that time, in my heart, Dad was still a hero who could solve any difficulty. But later on, my dad got sick and passed away due to my mom's departure, leaving only me and grandma dependent on each other."

  Lucy Yang's nose turned sour, and she stood still with her back to Duan Chenliang. Her lips trembled slightly, wanting to say something, but ultimately couldn't open her mouth. She didn't dare turn around, fearing that the sympathy and sorrow in her eyes would hurt Duan Chenliang's self-esteem.

  Later, even Grandma had a car accident and passed away. Duan Chenliang paused for a moment before continuing to speak, this should be the most he has ever spoken to Lucy Yang.

  Although Lucy couldn't see Duan Chenliang's expression, she could still deeply feel his hatred and disgust for fate from his voice.

  Is heaven always this fair? Giving you enviable grades and looks, but taking away other important things. But is this kind of fairness really fair?

  Lù Xīyáng had wanted to say "You still have a mom", but just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly remembered the scene at the entrance of the residential area earlier. Duàn Chénliàng was so disgusted with his mother, how could he still care? So Lù Xīyáng could only continue to remain silent.

  She had never felt so heavy-hearted before, and she was also not good at comforting others. The atmosphere was so oppressive that it made her unable to breathe normally.

  Duan Chenliang walked into the inner room at this time, he put down his backpack and casually threw it onto a wooden-colored armchair not far away. When he turned around to see Lu Xiyang's sad face, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, his careless voice echoing in the empty room: "What's with that expression?"

  Lucy Yang bit her lower lip, leaning slightly against the door frame. Her hands grasped the hem of her clothes tightly, and with a faint nasal tone, she said to Duan Chenliang standing far away, backlit: "I thought we weren't people from the same world, but now, I really wish you and I were different."

  Lucy Yang felt like she was dreaming, and she wished it were just a dream. Heaven knew how much she hoped that Duan Chenliang was just joking with her, he shouldn't have grown up in such an environment, shouldn't be like this.

  I thought they were not people from the same world, I thought the distance between them was more than 100,000 miles away, but at this moment, their identities and status suddenly narrowed by so much, yet it made one feel a kind of pain that couldn't be expressed in words.

  I know it's a bit much to update once or twice a day, but this is the second update, and I'll try my best to get out a third one for you today. Hehe, "Duo Wei" hurry up and say you love me! My responsibility is to work hard to keep you all satisfied with lots of affection. If anyone has any suggestions or questions, feel free to leave a comment!