Chapter 14 Do You Hate Me
The next morning when I came downstairs, Liang Sheng was already awake, standing in the living room looking at something.
He turned at the sound, greeted me calmly, “Morning.”
His tone was so proper it was like a completely different person from the one possessed last night.
Lincheng had cooled down these past days. Last night he’d drunk, then stood in the wind downstairs. By the time the hug ended, his temperature was already off.
I’d had no choice but to bring him home. It took a lot of effort to bring the fever down.
Meeting his gaze, I hummed vaguely and changed the subject. “What are you doing?”
When I reached his side, I saw he was looking at the photos on the wall.
Mine. My parents’. Not many, but the important moments were all there.
Right after my parents passed, I’d looked at these photos too many times. Now, when someone else was around, I avoided them.
I was about to tell him not to look when he asked,
“These past few years—did you hate me?”
I paused, then answered evenly, “Hate you for what?”
“For making you hold a gun with hands meant for painting. For deliberately not helping the first time your territory got hit. For that deal on the open sea…” He paused. “I’ve done plenty of bastard things.”
Old, rotten stuff. I genuinely hadn’t expected him to remember it all so clearly.
Seeing how serious he was, I suddenly felt playful. I leaned forward, teasing, “I only hate beasts. Are you one?”
His tone stayed serious. “I don’t actually know.”
“…” Great, the kid’s self-awareness was broken.
After staring at him a few seconds, I dropped the smile.
I thought for a moment, then asked, “Back at the dock, you said you’d been waiting for me to tell you myself why I did everything. Do you still want to hear it?”