Chen Hao spoke lightly and appeared indifferent, but after Li Bingshuang heard what he said, her heart became incredibly complex, even a bit shaky.
Even the coldest woman is a sentient being.
Li Bingshuang had thought her own misfortunes were enough, but after hearing Chen Hao's words, she felt that she seemed quite fortunate. At least in her past life, she had her father and a home.
She could tell that Chen Hao wasn't lying to her.
"Then you... how have you survived all these years?" Li Bingshuang's gaze shifted to Chen Hao's profile, showing a touch of gentleness that even she hadn't noticed. In her heart, her perception of Chen Hao was no longer what it was at first.
"Hey, we agreed earlier that I would only answer that one question, so I have the right to choose not to answer your following questions," Chen Hao immediately said.