Although they had seen through too much, they had yet to see through a seven-year-old child who had just lost her parents.
Including the other children in the orphanage.
They all thought so.
But it was still different.
She always sat alone in a corner, quiet and obedient in class. It was the same after class. She sat there and watched her friends play games happily. Most of the time, she was expressionless.
Her heart was calm like a pool of stagnant water.
Perhaps he felt that she was very similar to them, or he couldn't bear to. Or perhaps he was just curious about her.
In a sense, there was only one more person in Chu Boyang's childhood.
From then until now…
Ji Qing had lived her entire life.
