Momo: "Uncle Master said you will take care of me."
The boy stood indifferently, staring at the distant sky with deep eyes. It seemed that his deep hatred could be seen through it. He ignored the hope in her eyes and walked straight away.
Momo: "Are we childhood sweethearts?"
Although the young man in front of him was only fourteen or fifteen years old, he had a slender figure, an erect erect posture, and picturesque eyebrows. There was a distant look on his white face, and he just stood there, neither cold nor hot, without saying a word.
Momo: "Jiang Tiao said, you hate me, right?"
After he was crowned, he became busier, more elegant, and more popular. Even if she was sick, he would not care at all. Even if she said so, he would not comfort her.