"At the age of eight, if you hadn't appeared, I would have killed that old man and then fled the mountains. I had already planned my escape and was prepared to wander everywhere, but you reached out your hand and took me back home," Jiang Nanshu paused here.
"After all the trouble, I never had a home in the end."
Zhou Yanxu remained silent for so long that Jiang Nanshu thought she had woken from her dream.
His eyes were gentle, and his tone was soft, "You already have one, people who care about you, love you, and whom you care about, the people you want to love. You'll have a happy home in the future, I won't let you die."
Jiang Nanshu scoffed.
Do you think you are a god?
To control her life and death.
The dream ended quickly.
Jiang Nanshu opened her eyes; it was already broad daylight outside.
She looked somewhat bewildered; how could she be dreaming?
She had taken sleeping pills.
