People always say the palm and the back of the hand are both flesh.
In Zhou Jiao's heart, her three sons are undoubtedly all her precious treasures.
And as they grew up, their respective personalities and preferences became clearly distinct.
Take Ping'an for example: from the green tones he'd loved since childhood—hard to imagine that a boy who's set his sights on becoming a soldier—has now become stubbornly partial to white.
People who like white are standard perfectionists.
No matter how deeply her son hides it, no matter how he props up that "gentleman as warm as jade" persona, she knows this boy is quite seriously narcissistic, always carrying a slightly critical gaze toward the people, events, and things around him.
Then there's May 1st.
He's practically the polar opposite of his big brother.
This brat has gone from loving bright red the most to wishing he could turn his entire bedroom into black tones, not to mention that row of black sweaters and long johns.
