"When I was eight years old, I was kidnapped by criminals. She was kidnapped alongside me, and she was only about three years old at the time."
Wei Anning's heart trembled, an inexplicable sense of familiarity washing over her.
Gong Ting held a cigarette between his slender fingers, letting it burn quietly as he sank into his memories—a time that wasn't particularly pleasant, yet one he remembered vividly because that memory held the image of a lively little girl.
They were both kidnapped. The five-year-old little girl, naïve and unaware, thought she was on a trip. Even when she saw him tied up tightly, she wasn't scared and kept asking him, "Big brother, are you playing a game? I want to play too."
At ten years old, Gong Ting was already tall, but the martial arts he'd learned from a young age were of no use against the towering kidnappers, leaving him trapped there.
At the time, he was filled with frustration. Seeing the silly, sweet little girl, he snapped at her, "Get lost!"
