"Don't sleep."
"Aren't you tired?"
"Not tired."
"You don't want to play games, you're not tired, so what do you want to do."
Harry smiled at Lu Bai, looking incredibly adorable. Lu Bai especially liked how obedient he was, evoking a sense of affection.
Lu Xiaojiu remained silent all the time, resting with her eyes closed. She wore sunglasses, making it hard for Lu Bai to see her expression. He wanted to explain, but with others around, it wasn't appropriate. So, Lu Bai chose to play with Harry instead.
The better he played with Harry, the more patient and gentle he was with him, the more Lu Xiaojiu felt as if needles were piercing her heart, unbearable pain, and the hatred and revenge she'd struggled to suppress began to surge within her again.
Especially when the two laughed with their faces close together, Lu Xiaojiu felt as if that patch of fire was going to ignite. She knew she couldn't take out her anger on the child, but somehow, she inexplicably hated the child.
