Shen Nian thought, if she didn't truly care about him, how could she be so happy over a small address like that?
In the years that followed, he thought more than once about what kind of different life he might have had if he hadn't met his sister that afternoon.
He didn't dare to think about it because, at that time, he already had something he absolutely couldn't lose.
At that moment, he was just a young man who suddenly felt the warmth others brought to him, which left him pleasantly surprised yet somewhat at a loss.
He feared all of this was just a blurry dream, and when he woke up, he would find himself still lying in that dark, damp house, surrounded by cold, yellowing walls, instead of the warmth now so easily within reach.
Gu Shengyin felt her hand being suddenly gripped tightly, with such a force that the owner seemed desperately trying to hold on to something.
Her skin was naturally much more tender than the average person, and the intensity already made her feel pain.
