"A seven-year-old girl, you certainly have courage," old Wen commented.
Lu Fengxuan said to him, "If you had grown up in an orphanage from a young age, you would know when to speak and be aware that if you want to live, you have to rely on yourself. When you encounter problems, you cannot be afraid—the more you fear, the more problems you'll have."
"Ah... you've suffered, girl," old Wen said sympathetically, reaching out to gently pat her head twice.
But the suffering was all in the past.
When Lu Fengxuan talked about her dark days in the past, her heart did not hold much sorrow, and her mood remained calm.
She continued, "That night, Uncle Xiaoshan was being chased and killed. He had several knife wounds on him and was losing a lot of blood, leaving traces along the way."
