One particular comment had already gone viral, gathering tens of thousands of likes.
"I feel sorry for her situation, but I refuse to spend money at a restaurant run by an ex-convict."
The words made anger rise in Shen Jia's chest.
It was not because people were criticizing her. She could endure criticism directed at herself. What angered her was the way they were talking about Ding Feng. They spoke about him as if he were no longer a human being, as if a single mistake had permanently erased every other part of his identity. They ignored his talent, his hard work, and the effort he had made to start over. To them, he was nothing more than a label.
Slowly, Shen Jia lifted her head.
Ding Feng was standing nearby, quietly looking at the screen of her phone.
For some reason, that hurt even more.
He was not angry. He was not arguing or defending himself. There was no outrage on his face.
There was only resignation.
