Back home, Yue Qingqing flipped open her homework book, feeling restless.
Li Ruyun, Li Ruyu.
Her younger brother and sister.
From their very aura, it was destined that there would be no bonds of kinship between them.
Yet Yue Qingqing felt a dull ache in her heart.
In her past life, she had no memories of her biological parents.
Only her senior brother and their master.
Her master had told her she was found tossed by the roadside during the frigid winter days, her cries so faint that even a cultivator could barely hear them.
Every household had its doors tightly shut, and there she was, alone in the snow.
In the swaddle, there was no name, no date of birth, no longevity lock or any other marker to help her find her biological parents.
Nothing but stark emptiness, stark cleanliness.
This signified her family's complete abandonment of her, not even willing to leave a thought for this infant to be found again.
