Looking at the drunken Tan Huairong, Song Yu suddenly felt a hint of... loneliness from him?

Not quite accurate.

But she had seen this feeling in He Anle before.

My thoughts were brought back to thirteen years ago, when the thin little girl stood by the window, her eyes dull and her expression dull.

Although Song Yu was still young at that time, he was determined to protect He Anle forever so that she could be as happy as himself.

"You..." Song Yu ...