Seeing Lu Ming's stunned expression, Lin Yin smiled and said, "You don't have to be surprised. This is the truth. The girl you think died 18 years ago, the girl who was less than a month old, miraculously didn't die after she was thrown into the smelly ditch and was even found."
Lu Ming retracted his surprised gaze and muttered, "Smelly ditch?"
"That's right. I was thrown into a smelly ditch. It seems like my life is quite tough. I didn't die even then," Lin Yin said with a self-deprecating smile.
Lu Ming's heart ached. Then, he was a little glad. He turned to look at Lin Yin and said, "Fortunately, you survived."
If not for the pity of the heavens, a little baby who was less than a month old and was taken away and thrown into a smelly ditch would have died.
"Forget it. It's good that I'm alive." Lin Yin looked up and smiled at Lu Ming.
