That winter was very cold, and it was also that winter that Xia Wan truly realized that no one loved her.
Xia Wan did not expect that his mental state was slowly becoming like that of his aunt. My aunt said that she hated her grandma, and now Xia Wan also hates her mother from the bottom of her heart.
But the difference is that my aunt has gotten through it, but Xia Wan has not. Xia Wan doesn't know if he can get through it.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
