Xin Ya sat down beside him. Ye Cong felt sorry for her.
"Do you know why there are only my and Ye Yuwei's names on the Tombstone?"Ye Cong leaned against the tombstone. Even though it had been decades, it was still clearly engraved in his memory.
Xin Ya shook her head.
Ye Cong reached out to hold her hand and placed it on his knee.
"When Yuwei was 13 years old, the orphanage was on fire. Other than Yuwei and the other arsonist, mother Ye and all the children in the orphanage did not survive."
"AH..."Xin ya cried out and covered her mouth.
"At that time, I was already taken away by my father. When I heard the news about the orphanage, everything was in ruins,"ye Cong said in a self-deprecating tone, "Chen Tong said that I was quite pitiful, didn't she?"Ye Cong suddenly looked at Xin Ya.
