She didn't know how she managed to hang up the phone, standing there as if struck by lightning, dazed and motionless.
She felt like a zombie, soulless and lost.
"Baby, why up so early? Didn't I say I'd make breakfast for you?" A pair of large hands encircled her waist, and the deep, groggy voice of Yan Yichen, freshly awake, suddenly brought Jian Yixue back to her senses.
She coughed, pretending everything was fine, "I got up early, so I made it. I'll fry it again..."
"No, baby. It hurts me to see you tired." Yan Yichen held her small hand, unlike most girls' hands which were soft and flawless, her palms and fingertips had a thin layer of calluses, which always pained Yan Yichen every time he touched them.
Jian Yixue turned slightly, tears nearly welling up in her eyes.
At home, her parents always ordered her around, and her younger brother too; they never treated her like a person. Her father, after drinking, would often vent his anger on her...
