ng Sihan spoke with unwavering conviction, leaving An Yin utterly stunned.
"Really?" An Yin tilted her head, looking at him in a daze, her face written with "doubt."
"You don’t believe ?"
ng Sihan’s face turned cold, his words carried a hint of intimidation, combined with his frosty deanor, how could An Yin dare to argue.
"No," An Yin mumbled indistinctly, her small face clearly showing guilt.
The timid appearance of the young girl displeased ng Sihan, but since she was so delicate, he saw no reason to argue with her.
ng Sihan gracefully sipped from a wine glass held between his long fingers. The spicy sensation in his throat eased the darkness in his heart.
The young girl in front of him was quite obedient and didn’t like to talk, yet her emotions were fully displayed on her face, not knowing how to hide her feelings. Such a pure girl was rare in the world, perhaps this was why he returned to this bar, even telling Wen i that the young girl must stay with him.
When he saw the young girl’s innocent face again, he felt a relaxing illusion in his heart. At that mont, she seed like the warm winter sun, bringing a trace of warmth to his frozen heart.
ng Sihan was quite puzzled. Wasn’t she just a bit pretty, with a soft temperant, and a sweet voice... why did she stand out to him?
Over the years, there were many beauties who threw themselves at him, yet had he ever been moved? It was this candid young girl in front of him that felt different.
And seeing her troubled appearance, he actually wanted to help her solve her riddles, despite knowing his ti was precious.
The top VIP room at Night Charm was more spacious than the regular and VIP rooms, boasting richer entertainnt facilities, not to ntion the quality of the wine and food—everything reflected ticulous effort.
In the large room, there were only two people, which to An Yin seed a waste. She slowly turned her neck to inspect her surroundings.
"Have sothing to eat," ng Sihan said suddenly, seeing her looking around.
An Yin trembled in fright, imdiately sitting up straight. "Thank you, I’m not hungry." Shi Qing had once warned her while working at the bar not to eat anything others provided.
ng Sihan’s eyes lingered on her for a mont, surprised. So the young girl did have a brain and knew to be wary of people. He snorted coldly from his nose.
Then, thinking of what she had said earlier, he frowned, "Tell , do you like that man?"
"What are you saying... what?"
When he finished, not just her cheeks, but even the tips of An Yin’s ears were flushed red, and her stamring tone revealed an attitude of concealnt.
"Look how nervous you are," ng Sihan sneered coldly, teasing, "Why do I feel like he doesn’t like you, but you like him instead?"
"You’re talking nonsense!"
An Yin stood up in sha and anger, her cheeks puffed out like a little pufferfish. She almost couldn’t finish her sentence, the man’s words were that shocking to her.
Ignoring her pouty expression, ng Sihan found her rather adorable in this state.
"Speak properly, don’t stutter," ng Sihan advised kindly.
An Yin widened her large eyes, glaring at him determinedly, like an angry child.
ng Sihan’s arrogant face had a slight smile at the corner of his mouth—this was the first ti in his life soone dared to glare at him like that.
He should have been angry, but instead, he found it quite amusing!
"Just pretend I was talking nonsense, don’t be mad." ng Sihan gently advised, like soothing a bristling rooster.
"Hmph."
An Yin turned her head in anger, regretting confiding in him—who else would talk such nonsense?
Seeing the young girl steaming with anger, ng Sihan’s deep black eyes turned, he put down the wine glass in his hand, and his voice carried a hint of loneliness, "Since you’ve shared your story, I’ll also talk about my troubles."
Maybe it was his heavy tone, An Yin couldn’t help but look at him, though her anger hadn’t dissipated, and she still stood stubbornly.
The young girl’s posture of keenly listening made ng Sihan helpless. He looked at the large screen in the distance, and his gaze slowly darkened. After a while, he spoke.
"Although I have parents, they’ve never loved ." After saying this, it was as if he released all the pent-up energy in his body, a bitter smile escaped his lips.
An Yin looked at the man in disbelief, seeing his dejected appearance stirred so sympathy within her.
Recalling the question he asked last ti, "Do you have parents?" At the ti, An Yin thought it was absurd and even felt offended, but now she felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
"Why?" An Yin awkwardly asked.
The anger on the young girl’s face had dissipated, replaced by compassion.
ng Sihan looked back at her.
The young girl’s face drooped, her big eyes full of concern, montarily stunning ng Sihan.
Feigning nonchalance, he said, "Maybe because they don’t love each other, so they don’t like either."
After saying that, ng Sihan’s pitch-black eyes expressed an uncertain emotion.
After he finished speaking, An Yin didn’t know how to comfort the man in front of her. Although she never felt fatherly love growing up, the maternal love from Mrs. An made her feel incredibly happy.
Yet the man in front of her, despite having parents, was essentially an orphan.
An Yin couldn’t help comforting, "Maybe your parents are just not good at expressing, perhaps deep down they love you a lot." An Yin found it hard to imagine that there were parents in this world who didn’t love their children.
Soon, she recalled her father. Did he know of her existence? Could he be the type to abandon wife and child?
ng Sihan watched her face change, she was comforting him just now, and in an instant, her face was full of sadness.
Recalling how she had said she only had her mother, a sense of lancholy rose in ng Sihan’s heart.
At least she had felt maternal love, but what about him?
The young girl said maybe his parents were not good at expressing their feelings, and ng Sihan’s face displayed a cold expression.
He had seen ng Heming’s obsessive love for painting and Xu Ming’s mad love for ng Heming. Their hearts were filled with love, love to the extre, but none of it was ever bestowed upon him.
From childhood to adulthood, he only felt a kind of deep-seated indifference.
An Yin saw the man’s grim expression and mumbled, "Don’t be sad!"
Her words were cautious, fearful of displeasing him.
ng Sihan placed his gaze back on her, her slim and slender figure, fair and clean appearance, for a mont, he felt she resembled the beauties in ng Heming’s paintings.
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