That day, Jing Changle was as usual playing with the small bead his mother left him. Despite never having seen what his mother looked like, this bead was infused with his longing and yearning for maternal love.
The fact that this bead could glow in the dark made him feel as though perhaps his mother was watching over him, that he still had family.
He envied Luo Yirui's determination to protect his mother and sisters; if he had family, he would be willing to protect them too.
He drew the curtains and held the small bead in his hand for a while. Sure enough, a faint glow appeared and it looked quite lovely as it surrounded the bead.
"Why do they say they can't see such a beautiful light?" Jing Changle felt very puzzled.
He could choose to ignore Hao Rong, but even Luo Yirui said he couldn't see it, which meant that truly they couldn't see it; was he the only one who could see it?
