Rong Xingyu did not even dare to imagine how the original owner had managed to grow up under such circumstances.
No wonder when he had touched this body earlier, it had been so thin that it was little more than skin and bones.
In name, he was still a "young master" of the household, but in reality, even the servants had never regarded him with any respect.
Growing up in such an environment, it was inevitable that the original owner's personality became gloomy and withdrawn.
Coupled with long term malnutrition, his body had always been extremely frail.
At the very moment Rong Xingyu transmigrated into this body, the original owner had finally closed his eyes for good after years of suppressed anguish.
Rong Xingyu raised a hand to touch his chest and could not help sighing once more.
The original owner's short life could be described as utterly miserable.
And the knot in his heart that was formed over many years had been nearly impossible to untangle.
