"You shouldn't think too much." When Mo Qiang saw that Ling Che was not eating, she could not help but comfort him in a soft voice. "It's the fault of your parents that they cannot see through your actions and filial piety. It's their loss."
Ling Che smiled when he heard Mo Qiang's words. He set down his fork and said to her in a calm voice, "I am not mad. Though I know I should be angry, it has happened so many times that I no longer have any hopes."
When he was young, he used to get angry at the actions of his parents and sisters but as he grew up, he more or less just started to give up. And once he gave up, the things that annoyed him slowly turned dull. He became accustomed to things and he no longer cared about anything.
