Standing in front of the vanity, Jiang Yuzhu, although much calmer now, still had her thoughts wrapped around the relationship between Pei Jingchuan and his parents.
She turned around to look at Pei Jingchuan, her eyes gleaming with an inquisitive light.
"Jingchuan, why haven't you mentioned your parents to me before?" Her voice carried a gentle curiosity and also a hint of confusion.
Pei Jingchuan's eyes became pensive, and then he sighed softly, his voice revealing a touch of depth, "My relationship with my parents has always been complicated. I didn't want the past to affect us."
Jiang Yuzhu felt his anguish in his honesty. She gently took his hand, encouraging him to continue speaking.
Pei Jingchuan's gaze turned distant, and his voice carried a faint sadness, "They are often away, hardly ever at home. I was raised by my grandmother since I was a child."