He Never Cared About It

When his gaze landed on Shen Rou, she immediately started dancing. She looked up at him with bright eyes, her face a little red from excitement.

"Brother Yesi!" Shen Rou waved her hands. "Brother Yesi, can you play with Rourou? Rourou will dance for you.

"Rourou can sing. Rourou can sing for you, alright?"

Shen Rou's IQ was that of a three-year-old, and her eyes were as clear and pure as a child's.

All she could see was Mo Yesi.

Besides Mo Yesi, she didn't see anyone else.

Anyone would be moved by such a look.

But Mo Yesi's expression was still cold and indifferent. He didn't show any pity or sympathy for her.

Shen Rou's tragedy was caused by herself.

Mo Yesi had always been a cold person.

Besides the people he cared about, he never cared about others.

Although he had known Shen Rou for a long time, and they could be considered childhood sweethearts, his feelings for her had always been faint.