Thirteen years ago.
Sanqi Orphanage.
The moon looked like the eyes of a fox, gazing indifferently at the mortal world, watching this orphanage hidden in the wilds of the lonely mountains.
The black wind rose, and chaotic clouds drifted past, surrounded by verdant trees and a solitary crow perched on a branch.
Inside the dim and dilapidated room, there was not a trace of light.
Only the moonlight shone through the window, casting shadows on the slender figures.
"The newcomer, are your parents dead too?"
Just then, a friendly voice came from the upper bunk, accompanied by a small head that poked out, looking at the newcomer on the lower bunk.
"Your parents are the dead ones!" Young Zhang Fan glared, quite displeased.
"Yeah, my parents are indeed dead." The boy affirmed.
"..."
"This is an orphanage; everyone who comes in is without parents." The boy added.
"My parents are dead too."
"Same here."
