Gu Youyou looked at him, nervous and helpless, yet a feeling of compassion stirred within her.
This young man, although not the son she was looking for, seemed to be kept in the dark during this period of day and night surveillance. It wasn't intentional deceit on his part.
In his memories, he had a pretty good upbringing as a child. Perhaps he was arranged by Fu Jian, stolen from some affluent family.
But in this era, child theft was rampant, there was illegal underground human trafficking everywhere, and because technology wasn't developed, the chances of lost children being found were nearly zero.
With a gentle look in her eyes, Gu Youyou said, "Think carefully, can you remember how you were taken away?"
Since Fu Jian had planned this long ago, this child might have been younger than Xuyao when taken from his family.
The young man bowed his head, and after a while, he said, "I remember when I was taken away, a woman was chasing us, and later that woman was killed by them."
