She used to be the descendant of a prestigious family. Her parents died in a car accident, which led her to end up in the orphanage.
Regarding everything about her, Lu Huai'an was well aware. Even during those two years at the orphanage and earlier times, he knew all things related to her clearly.
What secrets could there be that he didn't know?
"Okay, you talk, I'll listen."
However, Lu Huai'an waited for a long time but didn't hear the so-called 'secret' from her.
He looked down and found that she had already fallen asleep.
Her cheeks were flushed, soft long hair spread out messily, and the dress she wore was full of wrinkles. Under the street lights, he could see the dried tear marks on her face, looking both terrible and pitiful.
Like a cat that has finally become tired after a day of trouble, curled up in an embrace that gives enough sense of security to fall asleep.
Occasionally, she muttered something, but no one could hear clearly.
