Huo Junting was completely petrified by the question. He felt a layer of frost forming on him, yet was very delighted inside, thinking that if she asked like this, maybe he could also ask her—
How far have you and Ye Zheng gone?
Thinking of this, he felt his sneaky little thoughts were too petty.
"There’s nothing between and her," Huo Junting answered crisply, without hesitation, "The matter between her and ... does it make you uncomfortable? Even though you aren’t related by blood, you are indeed sisters."
Before he was ambiguous with the younger sister, and now with the older sister —
If it were him, he would feel uncomfortable too, a breath of resentnt pent up with nowhere to vent.
Thinking about it, he’s indeed a bastard for not recognizing her at the beginning.
"It’s false to say it doesn’t bother ," Yuan Yung chuckled coldly, "You don’t know how upset I felt at the ti. Later I thought, perhaps it’s because we both changed. When I was in the orphanage, I was still young, and when we t again, I was in my twenties. How could you possibly recognize , so I... don’t bla you."
Little did she know that these words were like a blade, scraping him inside and out, his heart feeling like countless shards of glass had been thrown inside, those shards rampaging within, turning the whole heart unrecognizable—
Huo Junting thought, he indeed didn’t recognize her, yet soone did recognize her.
There’s nothing more painful in this world.
"ng ng." He suppressed the pain in his heart, "There’s sothing I want to tell you. Do you rember the sick young master who was recuperating in the orphanage when you were little?"
"..." Yuan Yung drank alcohol, coupled with the fact that she was young then, her mory wasn’t clear at all, "I don’t rember, there was a young master in the orphanage?"
"The biggest young master back then... wasn’t that you?"
He was like a plant in the orphanage back then! So many little girls liked him, liked clinging to him.
"No, I was molded by you all." Huo Junting smiled faintly, then his face was shrouded with a light gloom, "ng ng, have you ever thought... maybe we t Ye Zheng a long ti ago?"
Yuan Yung finally realized what he was saying, "You’re saying... what do you an?"
Huo Junting wasn’t playing coy, especially since he hadn’t planned to hide this from her, "Ye Zheng is that sick young master. According to the dean, he was in poor health since childhood and was fostered in the orphanage for a period, so we actually knew him when he was little."
Boom—
Yuan Yung’s mind instantly exploded, only feeling the buzzing sound inside getting louder.
Through her tearful eyes, she felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if she was about to die.
Why had she never heard him ntion this?
She clearly asked many tis before...
Why would a man like him fall for her, a 150-pound chubby girl?
Why?
She finally understood why now, but he...
Waves of overwhelming pain spread throughout her body, she opened her lips and said, "I-I want to be alone."
Huo Junting felt he did sothing foolish, a very foolish thing, but he didn’t regret it.
Since childhood, he was taught to be open and aboveboard. If he hid this matter, he would despise himself.
"Okay, then take a rest." He rose, wanting to stroke her head, but his hand froze midway and withdrew, shoving it into his pocket, "I’ll be right outside."
"Alright—"
Yuan Yung was bewildered by the unexpected news, completely forgetting she wasn’t in Hong Kong, nor at Huo Mansion, but in a motel with extrely poor conditions.
But at this mont, she really couldn’t care less.
Her mind was filled with... Ye Zheng.
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