Fan Yao returned to the room, collapsed onto the bed, hugged the pillow, and remembered that year when she was eight, her parents both passed away, and her aunts and uncles all despised her as a burden. No one was willing to take her in, and they all wanted to send her to an orphanage.
She locked herself in the room, feeling like she had been abandoned by the entire world, and it was he who appeared and said to the relatives, "Let her come with me. In the future, I'll take responsibility for her matters."
Before that, she had never met Ray, and that was the first time she saw him.
He was only twenty-two years old, full of vigor, and to her, he was like a deity descending from the heavens.
The relatives didn't know his identity but couldn't wait to push her towards him.
For many years, she always remembered, at their first meeting, he bent down and reached out his hand to her, "Are you called Yaoyao?"
