As soon as the voice fell, Hai Zhuohuan's eyes became gentle. "You don't need to bear those things, everything comes from me, you just need to be as happy as you used to be."

In the hidden door, Song Mengjie took a panoramic view of all this. She saw the gentleness of Haizhuoxuan, which was never put on herself, even when she cared about confusion.

The voice outside the door was quiet. She watched Hai Zhuohuan carefully lift Ye Chuqing and walk outside the door. She acted softly as if she were protecting a treasure.

The sound of the electronic doorbell falling off the lock was clear and loud. She...