Gu Zheng Tai leaned back against the doorframe, still feeling the heavy weight of the encounter with his father and stepmother. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles ached. He had hoped to close that chapter of his life forever, but fate had different plans. His father's face, wrinkled with age but still full of arrogance, haunted him. The audacity of them showing up here, acting like they hadn't abandoned him for years. The nerve.
"Zheng Tai…" Si Qian Jin's voice was soft, almost hesitant. She had seen him in countless moods, but this? This rage and coldness that radiated from him now was unlike anything she had seen before. "Are you sure you're okay?"
He didn't answer at first, staring out into the yard where his father's black car had once been parked. The memory still lingered in his chest, like a thorn that had just been lodged deeper inside him.
