Time really flies.
In the blink of an eye, it's been over a decade.
The luckiest thing in the world is that after ten years, he's still who he is, and I'm still who I am.
The unluckiest thing in the world is when I learned the whole truth, we were already in danger, surviving was uncertain.
Ye Xiaoying cried hysterically, then laughed heartily.
Looking at Ye Xuan's bloody hand reaching out, what she saw was like over ten years ago, that filthy little hand reaching out when she fell.
Still so familiar, still so warm...
"Alright, little beggar, you take me away."
Ye Xiaoying held back her tears and placed her white jade-like little hand onto Ye Xuan's bloody large hand, instantly, her hand was dyed red too.
Ye Xiaoying has a cleanliness obsession.
But at this moment, she didn't feel anything was dirty.
Just like back then, she never minded that the little beggar's hand could never be clean.
