Jiang Zhi looked into Shen Yize's eyes, smiling very gently and sincerely until his eyes squinted. Then, his voice, still tinged with the remnants of drunkenness, sounded very touching. "Because I have you, I have a home to return to, and friends who support me. I have what I've never had before."
Shen Yize was stunned. He had forgotten that Jiang Zhi didn't have a family before. His parents had passed away early, no siblings, no cousins. Although Jiang Zhi never expressed his loneliness during their social life, Shen Yize knew more about Jiang Zhi's past life.
Jiang Zhi, who often experienced betrayal.
A slightly cold hand moved gently on Jiang Zhi's cheek, stroking it like pampering a child. Jiang Zhi chuckled, capturing Shen Yize's hand and intertwining it with the one he had been holding for a long time.