It was an unexpectedly peaceful night. The two of them slept sideways, facing each other, with a short distance between them. Their light breaths faintly sprayed on each other's faces.

Warm and itchy.

The candlelight shone through the bed curtains, so dim that only the outline of the other person's face could be seen.

Ling Che looked at her in front of him, feeling an indescribable wonderful feeling in his heart.

Even though he had been with countless women, this was the first time he felt so peaceful, so quiet and good when someone was lying next to him. It was so good that his mind was wandering and he couldn't help but want to find topics to talk to her.

"Bright?"

After two or three seconds, she half-closed her eyes and softly said, "Yeah."

"Are you still awake?"

"I was wondering, why didn't you go home when you came to Lanzhou City by yourself?"

He paused, a strange look flashing across his eyes, "I... don't have a home..."

Yun Jiao was slightly stunned.

I only heard him say in a very soft voice: "Father doesn't love mother. For more than ten years, I have never seen them live in peace for a single day. There was a woman who destroyed my family and caused my mother's misfortune."

And his misfortune.

Yun Jiao's breathing tightened slightly, and she asked, "Your father's concubine?"

"No, my father only married my mother and did not take any concubines."

"Since your father likes another woman, why doesn't he bring her home to marry her? If he doesn't marry her, it means that your father still has your mother in his heart." This is what Yun Jiao thought.

After hearing this, Ling Che's eyes were briefly blank.

Since he was a child, his mother told him that the woman was very bad, fickle, liked other men, and held on to his father, trying to please both sides.

As for why my father didn't marry her...

"Maybe my mother didn't allow me to marry her."

"Then you are wrong. For men, it is only about whether they want it or not, not whether they will give it or not," Yun Jiao said, "Ling Yunche, look at your temper. If you want something, you will definitely get it even if it is not allowed."

"From this, it can be seen that if your father really didn't love your mother at all, why would he care about your mother's face? He could just marry the woman he loved home!"

Ling Che was stunned.

This was the first time someone had said something like this to him since he was a child...

My father had my mother in his heart, so he didn't marry that woman. But why didn't he live in harmony with my mother and treat each other with respect like other couples? Instead, he quarreled every day and was in a mess?

"Ling Yunche, I don't think you understand what love is." Yun Jiao said.

"Some people stay together for a lifetime, that's love; some people love and hate each other, that's love; some people let go and never see each other again, that's also love."

"Different people express love in different ways. Ordinary, mutual support, and small quarrels are actually the purest love."

Ling Che pursed his lips. He never thought that his parents quarreled all day long because of love!

When Yun Jiao wanted to say something else, he had already turned over coldly, not wanting to say another word, and his temper became bad again.

Yun Jiao saw this, opened her mouth, and said nothing, letting him think about it calmly.

She felt that he had a very paranoid personality, was prone to having ideas and going to extremes, and he would not listen to advice.

She sighed softly, turned over, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Ling Che turned his back but kept his eyes open, not wanting to sleep at all, and kept thinking about her words in his mind.

What is love?

If Dad really didn't care about Mom at all, why didn't he divorce her? Why does he have to endure it every day?

But his mother told him that his father's heart had been seduced by that woman, and only when that woman died could their family of three be happy.