Chapter 92 Going Home (1/3)

Yan Yu paused only for a moment while picking up food with his chopsticks.

He casually placed the greasy piece of pork belly into Ruan Tang's bowl.

After finishing his meal, Yan Yu glanced at his watch; it was one o'clock in the afternoon.

He paid the bill, didn't mention going home, and took Ruan Tang's hand, strolling leisurely into the nearby park.

In the afternoon, apart from the cicadas chirping so loudly it gave me a headache, there were hardly any people in the park.

Sunlight, fragmented into pieces, filtered through the gaps in the leaves.

The two found a long bench with peeling paint and sat down.

Yan Yu stared at the lake surface in the distance, which was whitened by the sun, and calmly told Ruan Tang about the original owner's past as if it were a story.

"The original owner of this body didn't want him from the moment he was born."

Ruan Tang gripped his hand tightly.

“His mother was a key performer in the cultural troupe at the time, and she was determined to go abroad to perform for the troops. She thought the child was in the way.”

"His father, who was in the army, saw his mother making a big fuss and, in a moment of impulse, gave away the newborn child."

Thinking about how mentally unstable this family must be, Yan Yu felt that their brains must have been eaten by zombies.

Otherwise, one cannot bring someone into the world and then fail to raise them.

Yan Yu continued, "At first, he was given to his soldiers to feed, and they almost died from it. Later, his nominal maternal grandmother took it back. That kind-hearted old lady not only supported him but also helped him sign a letter of severance."

"When he was ten years old, the old lady passed away."

"He was all alone, begging his way to the army to find his father, but..."

Yan Yu's voice remained unchanged, only pausing for a moment before continuing.

"...I starved to death halfway there."

"And then, I came."

As Ruan Tang listened to his words, she felt her heart skip a beat and her fingertips turn icy cold.

"It's Master. The old man who just called me found me on the roadside."

"Later, a cousin of the Yan family saw me somehow, and that's how the old man of the Yan family found out that he had a grandson like me."

“My master argued with them for a long time, and I don’t know the specifics of the negotiation, but in the end, my household registration was transferred to my cousin’s house, which is why I was sent to the countryside from Haicheng.”

"However, I haven't spent a single day with them."

“I ate and drank at my master’s house for free for a year, and then I was admitted to the university’s gifted youth program and started living on campus. After graduation, I helped my master tinker with machines for two years, and all the favors were settled. After I turned 18, I was free.”

When he turned his head, his dark eyes only held the image of Ruan Tang; there was no room for anyone else.

"So, in this world, I have no 'family' to explain to."

He reached out his other hand, his rough fingertips burning hot, and carefully, as if afraid of breaking some precious treasure, gently brushed against her smooth face.

His voice suddenly dropped, becoming terribly hoarse, and carrying a tension that he himself didn't realize was almost ingratiating.

"Tangtang, I'm just like you."

His eyes were like hooks, trying to ensnare her soul.

"In this world, we... only have each other left."