"I don't know why they brought me into this world, only to abandon me. Sometimes I even wish I'd never been born." Yu Mingche's gaze was fragile and lost. He exuded a deep-seated world-weariness, as if he had no attachments left to this world.
Ning Xuan had already seen all of Yu Mingche's information and knew why he would say such a thing.
People who lack affection in their childhood are prone to psychological issues. Yu Mingche hadn't just lacked affection; he had spent his entire childhood in an environment filled with malice toward him. It was a wonder he'd managed to grow up safely at all.
"Ming Che, don't think like that. You haven't done anything wrong. The people who blame and bully you—they're the ones with poor character. It has nothing to do with you. Your father and mother surely would have wanted you to be healthy and happy." Ning Xuan held Yu Mingche, gently patting his back.
