His words were tinged with sorrow, evoking much sympathy.
But among these people, Su Yingxue was not included; she couldn't even be bothered to turn her head to glance at Su Dingheng.
In the Marquis's Manor, among the numerous elite children, only Su Dingheng and Su Xinlan were exceptions. Su Dingheng was out of place here; he tasted nothing during the meal and left as soon as he had finished eating.
He had no right to send Su Hao off to the military deployment, nor did he have any right to care for Su Yingxue. The taste of solitude and desolation at this moment made his heart curl up and tremble violently.
The image of Long Shuli emerged before his eyes.
She was always so unrestrained and carefree, but whenever he tried to get close, she would say with a hint of scorn, "Su Dingheng, you're not worthy!"
Overcome with trembling, a chill swept over his entire body. He wrapped his clothes tightly around himself and slunk back to the rear courtyard.