You continued, "Zisu, that's her name. From a young age, she lived in poverty, her mother was a cleaner, her father bedridden; you know, the first time I saw her, she was sitting alone quietly in the pavilion beside the library, a place rarely visited. At that time, she was holding a lunchbox, and inside were not exquisite snacks, nor were they bread or cakes, but two pieces of sweet potato. Yes, just sweet potatoes, something only used as a staple food in that special era."
Wei Yingyue listened and her heart gradually calmed down with your calm words.
She slowly sat down and quietly listened.
Actually, she also longed to understand you, to understand your past.
She knew that today, you would speak in detail, speak clearly.
