He said, "Xiao Shu, when I am writing this letter, you are sound asleep beside me. By the time you read this letter, I might no longer be in this world. Promise me, do not look for me."
"I know you have many questions for me, and now, I will reveal everything to you in this letter...."
Xiangjiang's midsummer is hot and humid, Ji Anshen had just resigned from the orphanage.
Those children were at an age as delicate as budding flowers, pure and innocent, still believing that the place they lived in was a welfare house founded by a kind-hearted person. They had no idea about the harsh, devouring world they would face as they grew up.
But Ji Anshen knew, from the actions of Song Ping, he had detected clues and noticed something was off about the orphanage.
However, Song Ping was not a fool, and he swiftly dismissed Ji Anshen.
Ji Anshen was not an idealist; beneath his gentle exterior was a cold heart.
