Xie Xi is a little princess.

She grew up in a wealthy family, her foster parents, who are actually my biological parents, didn't have a good relationship.

Returning to that home, within just three days, I could sense the indifference between the parents and the coldness between the parents and their daughter.

Xie Xi has a lot of courses.

Academic courses, art courses, she spins like a top.

I asked her if she was tired.

She replied to me with a strange look, "Of course not, these are all normal courses."

Xie Xi wiped the sweat off her forehead and answered naturally.

It was a weekend.

She held my hand and asked if I wanted to learn together, my rough hands with calluses overlapping with her delicate and well-maintained palm.

There was undisguised concern in her eyes.

I shook my head and said no.

I didn't need the courses the well-placed little princess was studying.

She looked a bit disappointed, opened her mouth to say something to me, but coincidentally, the private tutor arrived and called her away.

To this day, I still don't know the words she couldn't say on that windy and cicada-chirping afternoon.

That day, Xie Xi bought me a beautiful dress and expensive skincare products.

Things she liked, things she thought I would like, were continuously delivered to my room.

It felt like compensation.