Because of their close proximity, she could feel the changes in his body.
"Shh." A low, husky voice came from his chest, accompanied by the pounding of his heart.
Even his breathing was becoming increasingly ragged.
"Nuannuan, my childhood was not happy, each day was hard to endure, do you still want to hear?"
In his arms, the little body that had been stiff gradually softened.
She didn't dare to look up, only gently replied, "Mm, I want to hear. Can you tell me everything?"
He was silent for a moment, then a muffled sound came from his chest, "Alright."
"Before the age of eight, I have no memories. The nurse... that is Madam Jing, said I was sent to enemy country as a hostage at the age of three, and was not brought back to Bianliao until I was eight.
As for why I have no memories, Madam Jing doesn't know, and I don't know either.
When I was very young, I asked my mother the reason, and she said people tend to selectively forget painful memories...
