He'd be too embarrassed to keep asking for help every time something came up.
He had turned nineteen after the New Year.
His original goal had been simple: to live a quiet life. He'd never seen anything wrong with a life like his adoptive parents', earning a salary of a few thousand a month in a small county town.
Now, he finally understood. A person had to strive for more. Otherwise, when faced with major life events like sickness and death, they would feel utterly lost and powerless.
Just as his mind was wandering.
The WHIRRING of the hairdryer stopped, and Jiangg Ning, clad in a silk nightgown, walked into the bedroom.
Even though they had shared a bed many times, she was still a little bashful, her eyes fixed on the floor as she walked, avoiding a glance at Chen Yuan lying on the bed.
She rounded the other side of the plush, king-sized bed and sat down, affecting a casual air.
