This question lingered in Yun Qiluo’s mind all night.
No matter how she thought about it, she couldn’t recall the existence of these two people in her memories.
But obviously all her friends, the maid, and the protagonists and supporting roles on TV all have parents.
Yan Yan never thought she would ever ask such profound questions.
He lifted his phoenix eyes and said calmly, "You have, perhaps you just forgot."
Yun Qiluo shook her head, "No, I really feel like I don’t, not a single impression."
The man’s eyes flickered slightly.
Thinking about something, he held her close and suddenly whispered, "Some people’s parents get separated from them when they’re born, or their parents abandon them for various reasons."
Some give birth but don’t raise or teach.
There are all kinds of parents in this world.
After all, being a parent is the simplest job in this world; you don’t even need to take a qualification test, anyone can be one.
It’s just that these topics are too heavy; he felt they were not suitable for her.
This little thing has such a simple mind; she probably won’t understand these.
Sure enough, with just one sentence, Yan Yan had Yun Qiluo even more confused and tangled up.
She furrowed her little brows, thinking for a long time, but couldn’t figure it out.
The more she thought about it, the sleepier she got, so she nestled in his fragrant arms, and then fell deeply asleep.
Thinking about such a complicated issue, it’s better to sleep a little more.
Anyway, having the beautiful woman is enough for her.
Yan Yan remained silent for a long while, lowering his eyes to gaze at her tender little face, his gaze slightly complex.
Seems like, she is an orphan?
For some reason, realizing this point made the man inexplicably feel more relieved.
At least... no need to worry about someone competing with him for his pet.
The next day, early morning, that crisp and loud children’s song echoed throughout the coldly decorated upscale room.
Making it seem so out of place and bizarre.
Yan Yan was the first to be woken up by it.
He opened his eyes, hearing the life-taking ringtone, once again questioning life.
Yun Qiluo also woke up a few seconds later.
The young girl, still blurry from sleep, had already started to hum along with slurred words.
Yan Yan extended his long arm, grabbed the phone, and without a word, swiped it away.
As if losing her soul without the children’s song, the young girl immediately frowned and opened her eyes.
She called softly, reaching out to grab the phone, "My alarm..."
Yan Yan held the phone calmly, "Change the ringtone."
Yun Qiluo frowned, "No, I song."
The man pulled her to his chest, his freshly awakened voice carrying laziness and hoarseness, speaking earnestly, "This song never wakes you up, you’ll be late."
The word "late" instantly captured Yun Qiluo’s vital point.
Plus, being half-asleep, her brain hadn’t completed the boot-up process, she quickly nodded obediently.
"Then I’ll change it."
She dutifully took the phone, groggily fiddling with the ringtone.
Seeing her agree to change the song, Yan Yan couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
A few seconds later, a song known by all the people nationwide began playing in the room:
This strength is iron, this strength is steel! Harder than iron, stronger than steel!
Let all undemocratic systems perish
Towards the sun, towards freedom
Towards new China, radiating bright brilliance!"