"Even hot me pay for it. It's not about how you look, it's about how you feel and what you think. You don't need a whore, you have confidence." Meng Yao assured him as he smiled a little, tilting his head back and letting Xue Yang swill the soap out. He turned around once it was gone, rubbing his face with his wet hands and sniffing a little.

"No, she is the best. I took care of her, as best as I could. And she took care of me when she could do it. She died when I was 14." He failed her, he knew that, he should have ignored her and called for a doctor. He should have sought help but he didn't. "I've been alone since she left me."