Titus Zane's melancholy is evident in Nathan Moore's eyes, perhaps men's hearts are born tough and indestructible.
Years ago, when his parents died in a car accident, he was just over twenty. Sadness was inevitable, but amidst the sadness, he also had to take on the responsibilities of a man, preserving the enterprise his parents had worked hard to build, ensuring it didn't fall into the hands of others, and expanding it further.
"Darling, big brother and Sophie have returned to T city and invited us to their home for a visit." On the sofa, Nathan Moore cradled Titus Zane on his lap, one arm around her waist and the other playing with her flowing hair.
"Nathan Moore, I don't want to go." Titus Zane turned around, her face had gained some weight during the vacation, but now, it had dropped again.
"Where do you want to go, wait for me to finish the work at hand and I will accompany you."
