Little Dumpling
編集者: Henyee Translations
Mo Lian sized up the emperor with displeasure. He scoffed deep inside his heart.
Mo Lian couldn't describe what his feelings were toward this birth father of his who left him alone on Sikong Planet to fend for himself from a young age.
Hate? Not to that extent.
Dislike? There seemed to be a bit.
In any case, he didn't really like him.
Besides, they had not lived together for more than ten years, so they felt extremely estranged from each other.
Mo Lian had simply forgotten his memories before three years old.
From what the elders said, his dad loved him so, so much. He had conferred the title of crown prince to him at his birth and announced it to the entire world. He had even held him in his arms as he read through memorials in the imperial study. To him though, it sounded like an exotic tale.
No feelings meant no feelings.