"Yes, just two months old, still a boy, abandoned by his heartless parents," Yu Longting hugged my waist tightly, his smile glistening.
I looked up at Yu Longting, feeling a bit lost yet somewhat resolute.
His nature didn't seem like one that could adopt a child, but his tenderness towards me showed that he had a soft side deep down, which I could understand.
I thought for a long time before I realized something was off, "You've stayed in the cheongsam for so many years, how could you raise Beichen?"
"Do you think Beichen appears as young as he looks? It's not just about looks, it's about who raised him, Wanwan, don't easily trust everything your eyes see, think more."
Yu Longting and I returned to the room together, and yellow paper flew out of his sleeve.
The curtains and the door closed at the same time, sealed off by the yellow paper.
"Oh..."
