"When GuZhu was born, the world and his parents had already decided that he was a mistake. His mother died in labour and blaming the child to have cause his wife's death, GuZhu's father hated him, making his childhood and youth miserable," Wu TianLan said as the two followed the troops, walking among the wasteland of MingYu's memory.
"From the moment he learned to walk, he was left to wander the streets, finding whatever waste or trash to feed his hunger."
MingYu's fingers curled into a fist. Somehow, that had sounded exactly like what ZhiYi had gone through in his childhood. Abandoned to fend for himself since a toddler.
"He-" TianLan's lips tightened, letting his words die out into silence. He fixated his distant gaze on the troops ahead, lost in his own thoughts.
