"Yang Xian, you…"
"I don't have any relatives left." Yang Xian didn't mind telling her about this matter. He could still remember the day he lost his family very clearly. It was supposed to be similar to any other day in his childhood, but that was not what happened.
Enemies came rushing in, killing everyone on sight.
Be it man, woman, children, or even animals, everyone was killed on sight. Yang Xian managed to survive by hiding under the corpse of his own father. He could remember how his father protected him with his body to make sure that the young boy survived.
His expression, his words, everything seemed as if it had just happened right in front of his eyes.
Yang Xian closed his eyes for a moment. He had a mother and younger siblings but they all died. He and his father were outside when the soldiers strike and his father covered him. With his father's body on top of him, the soldiers didn't find him.
