Zhang Lingying pressed her lips together, turned the light back on, and poured a glass of water for Lu Jing, placing it in front of him.
"My condolences."
"..."
Lu Jing glanced at the glass in her hand but didn’t take it, his eyes calm to the point of coldness, "Are you pitying ?"
Zhang Lingying: "..."
"I don’t need your pity." Lu Jing looked away, turning his gaze back to the dark night sky outside the window.
The sofa in Zhang Lingying’s house was a standard L-shaped one, and he sat on the floor near the sofa’s corner. With a coffee table in front, his long legs couldn’t even stretch out, only curl up, making it a visibly uncomfortable position, one he maintained for a long ti, motionless.
Zhang Lingying glanced over, her eyes flickering slightly.
When she first moved in here, every ti she thought of her father, she also liked to curl up there in a daze, because that spot made her feel less lonely.
Zhang Lingying put the glass down and unusually refrained from teasing Lu Jing, just picked up a cushion and sat on the sofa.
Just when she thought Lu Jing wouldn’t speak again, he suddenly spoke softly, "Aren’t you curious why, after my mother’s death, I didn’t stay by her side to keep vigil?"
"..." Zhang Lingying didn’t respond, just looked at him quietly.
She did find his actions strange, but everyone has things they don’t want others to ntion; if he didn’t say, it ant he didn’t want others to know.
Lu Jing understood her thoughts, his eyes dimd, "She was a madwoman, insane for over a decade, not recognizing anyone for a long ti. No one mourns the death of a madwoman..."
Zhang Lingying looked at him in shock.
Lu Jing seed lost in his own mories, closing his eyes and continuing to speak: "When she went mad, I was still very young. I only rember that at one point, she always liked to hold and say that she’d have only in the future. The whole world could betray her, but I should never, and she forced to swear... Later, she went completely mad and was sent to a ntal hospital."
"..."
"Everyone knew I had a mad mother, saying madness is hereditary. She was a big lunatic, and I was a little lunatic. Adults would always remind their children to stay away from ."
So as a child, he had no friends. When he grew up, he didn’t need friends either.
Lu Jing thought of sothing, a mocking smile curved his lips. He opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Lingying, "Do you know how my mother went mad?"
Zhang Lingying’s heart trembled, feeling that his smile would reveal so horrifying news to her.
"She was driven mad by the man she loved most, ti and again by his infidelity, driven mad." Lu Jing’s smile turned cold, his entire being shrouded in a strange aura.
The Lu family was a reputable family, of course, such scandals couldn’t erge.
So the story everyone heard was that Madam Lu had a family history of ntal illness, and she, unfortunately, inherited it.
The Lu family didn’t abandon her; they arranged for her to have the best ntal hospital care, caring for her diligently for over a decade. Who wouldn’t say they were compassionate and righteous upon hearing this?
Even Mr. Lu didn’t divorce her, despite the constant rumors of affairs with other won outside. Faced with an original wife who was a madwoman, everyone seed to understand his predicant, even highly praising him for not divorcing Madam Lu and allowing her to maintain her last dignity.
They almost called them a model couple.
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