"And so, the story starts when I was really really young, like eight years old," Yu Tian finally decided to open up. They had quite some time to kill and now that she had seen everything anyway, it would not really matter if he told her his story. He sat down on the sofa and started narrating the story. Mei Qingyang sat beside him, to patiently listen.
"You don't mean…," Mei Qingyang's jaw dropped. Seriously Yu Rong? You did not spare a child even?
Yu Tian shook his head, defending his aunt, "She did not start right away. I am just building up the story here."
Mei Qingyang understood. He was still psychologically attached to his aunt, otherwise he would not defend her like this, especially what happened last night.
"And?"
