In Cheng Zhu's room, Chen Jieyu listened to his words and couldn't help but raise her eyes to meet his gaze.
Her eyes first revealed boundless astonishment, then gradually became more complex, and finally, she had to quickly lower her head, staring intently at the wine glass in her hand.
She didn't want Cheng Zhu to see that her eyes, behind her gold-rimmed glasses, were already slightly red.
Comfort is a very common word.
But coaxing is not.
For many girls surrounded by love as they grow up, it might not mean much.
If Lin Lu were there, her heartbeat might speed up a little, and she might teasingly say, "Hey, you're kind of slick!"
But Chen Jieyu was different.
The word "coax" often reminds people of soothing a child.
But was her childhood like that?
She was merely an unwanted daughter at home, a girl marked as a "money-losing commodity" from birth.
She trod very carefully at home, fearing to make mistakes.
