Wa Zicong was jostled to the front of the window. He stood there, gazing out.
His eyes drifted over unintentionally, perhaps because he did not want to look, for it signified his past, just like Gu Nuan's mother was a synonym for his unbearable past.
Yet, without realizing it, he looked over, and once his gaze landed on the Gu Family mother and daughter, like everyone else, he did not wish to shift it away lightly.
Maybe to the others, it was like watching a play just for the excitement, but for him, it was undoubtedly different. These two women were people he knew all too well. Just like Su Yixia's inner disdain, he had once despised his own past and thus had looked down on the Gu Family, who were of humble origin just like himself.
In his eyes, the scorn Gu Nuan's mother would seemingly face after being pulled into the hall by Su Yixia was something he could empathize with.
When had it happened that his fists had already been clenched tightly?
