Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Although that was what she thought in her heart, Qin Yi still laid down with her hands behind her head as she looked up at the starless night sky.
The teenager’s skin was white and tender, and her side profile was perfect too. Yun Huan was suddenly in a better mood.
Qin Yi patted the spot next to her and smiled. “Big brother Huan, why don’t you lie down as well? It’s very comfortable like this.”
At this moment, Qin Yi had retracted the ice cold, sharp thorns surrounding her and was exceptionally innocent and cute.
Yun Huan went blank for a moment, his ice cold eyes holding a rare tinge of warmth. He finally laid down like Qin Yi.
Neither of them said a word for a while, and it felt very quiet.
A long while later, Yun Huan spoke, “Do you have any family?”
Before Qin Yi could reply, Yun Huan continued, “I don’t have any family anymore. They’re all dead because of me. Everyone whom I loved has left me.”
Yun Huan’s voice was very calm as if he was telling a story. To this teenager whom he had met only a few days ago, he recounted everything that happened to him.
He seemed to have more trust and patience towards Qin Yi compared to other people. For this reason, when Qin Yi suggested joining them, he agreed without a second thought.
Feelings are a bizarre matter. It’s similar to fate, something that you cannot put a finger to. Just like how at this moment, he was willing to tell Qin Yi everything.
Not only did Qin Yi’s eyes look like Xiao Xuan’s, but Yun Huan also had a very different feeling about this person.
Lin Qing had observed that Yun Huan treated Qin Yi differently and he now noticed this too. He just didn’t understand why he acted this way.
What Yun Huan didn’t know is that sometimes, the affinity between people can be ascertained with a single glance. A few years later, when he recalled how he felt that night, he would often regret it.
If he had gotten to the heart of the matter that time, he and Qin Yi’s ending might have been different.
Once he poured out everything in his heart, Yun Huan felt that the gloom that had been hovering in his heart had dissipated a little.
Observing Qin Yi’s silence, Yun Huan pursed his lips. “Did I say too much?”
Qin Yi shook her head. “Big brother Huan, you’re much better off than I am. At least, you got to enjoy over eight years of affection. I’ve never had that before.”
Qin Yi wondered if confiding was contagious, for after listening to Yun Huan, all of a sudden, she wanted to tell him her story.
“Did you know that I’m an illegitimate child and a very shameful one? No one likes me, even my real mother. She felt that I didn’t attract the attention of that man.”
Qin Yi wondered if it was because she had escaped death that the scene of the past was very vivid in her memory.
She didn’t have a childhood when she was little and there was only a small space; nobody knew that she was tied up like a dog by her biological mother, which lasted for three years.
She was tied up from infancy to the age of four, and that mother of hers only made sure that Qin Yi didn’t starve to death. By the time Qin Yi hit four years old, she still didn’t know how to talk and even had trouble walking.
Her mother kept drinking every day and would beat Qin Yi up whenever she was in a bad mood. She got a kick out of seeing Qin Yi scream in pain, and kept hitting her harder and harder.
Qin Yi finally met the light of her life when she was four years old—her grandmother.
Her grandmother was very nice to her, feeding her delicious food, teaching her to walk and talk, and playing with her. Most importantly, with her grandmother around, that woman didn’t dare to hit her again.