The car started again, and Zhou Jingwei held the steering wheel with one hand while freeing the other to hold Cheng Weiyue's hand.
The little girl's palm was icy and damp with sweat.
Zhou Jingwei gently caressed her palm with his fingertips, wiping the sweat away bit by bit before turning his eyes to look at her and comforting her, "Just listen to those words and don't take them to heart, Zhao Ximo is neither good nor bad, and it's normal if you can't understand him."
"I'm not blaming him..." Cheng Weiyue's voice was a bit hoarse as she said, "Zhou Jingwei, will the Zhou family be like this too?"
A family of high status, with all the pride that comes with it.
Zhou Jingwei pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, his lips cool.
Cheng Weiyue heard him say, "Yueyue, all the hardships and obstacles are only my issues to deal with; you don't have to be afraid, let alone face them. All you need to do is peaceably do the things you like and be happy."
He would give her roses.