How much pain was he in?
For over a decade, he had been living in a world like that?
Feng Zhiwei's heart ached, and she felt it pinch.
"You… how do you stand it?"
Gu Nanyi tilted his head, confused. How did he stand? He just stood.
"I mean, who took care of you? How was your childhood?" Feng Zhiwei replied, not meaning to pry, but she felt a need to know.
"Before three, dad. After five, uncle and others."
Feng Zhiwei noticed the gap in time.
"What about between three and five?"
Gu Nanyi fell silent and his whole body trembled.
Feng Zhiwei shuddered, her face paling — what kind of life could a three year old orphan like him have endured during those two years?
She did not dare imagine, and her body seemed to cool, from the tips of her finger to the center of her heart.
