She fell silent for a moment, then sighed softly. "I still remember this day. When I was ten, my foster mother went to a relative's house for a gathering. She got drunk and when she came back, she beat me with a wooden stick while crying, lamenting why it had to be her daughter who died and not me. She said how good it would have been if I were the one who died, so her daughter could have lived."
Gu Junzhu's brow furrowed tighter, and his heart ached as if being twisted.
He couldn't imagine how it would feel for a ten-year-old child to face such a curse from a loved one.
He touched Ye Xingbei's cheek, "Ye Xiaobei, you've suffered so much when you were little. It must be to build up all your luck to meet me! Don't be afraid if others don't care for you. From now on, I will care for you!"
"Yes, you do care for me a lot," Ye Xingbei smiled sweetly, looking up at him. "Actually, I've always wanted to ask you, why are you so good to me?"
