"What kind of nonsense is this? She's in school and can't get married, what does that have to do with me?"

"Yeah?"

Gan Tang stared straight at him. "Why do I feel like you're a little guilty?"

Mo Huaixing's eyes darkened. "Back then, she was hanging from the roof of a high, unfinished building, a full eighteen stories high, with exposed steel and concrete below. She was hanging there for a whole day and night. I was the first to find her. Ever since then, she has suffered from acrophobia and has nightmares every night."

He had intended to tell Gan Tang that her dependence on him was merely a product of her despair. But as he spoke, he gradually realized that the culprit was his own biological father.

"The teacher must be regretting it now, watching from heaven. The student he risked his life to protect is the bloodline of his enemy."

"Mo Huaixing!" Gan Tang didn't know how to comfort him, and roared fiercely, "Who told you to talk so much again? Do you want to ruin your voice?"

A cold wind blew, freezing the tears on their faces.

They walked aimlessly forward, the world vast and boundless, but he had no home anymore. Gan Tang held his hand tightly, wanting to tell him that wherever he was, that was his home.

Tired from walking, the two found a nearby hotel to stay in. After washing up, Gan Tang, wrapped in a bath towel, hugged him and whispered, "Do you want to?"

"Gantang, my throat hurts whenever I move."

He politely refused her, but she persisted, pressing herself tightly against his chest. "You don't need to move, I'll move."

Before he could react, she had already pushed him down onto the bed.

Despite blushing deeply, she kept her promise and didn't let him get tired. She tried her best to please him, but she still couldn't erase the sadness in his eyes. At that moment, she hated the insignificance of love.