Behind the door was a world filled with warm sunlight and the faint smell of disinfectant.
Outside the window, the familiar sound of cicadas and the laughter of children playing intertwined to form the most beautiful symphony of a summer afternoon.
On the walls were colorful children's drawings, the style innocent yet filled with boundless imagination.
The drawings depicted winged little pigs, castles in the clouds, and rabbits driving carrot cars.
This was Linzhou City, the South City Orphanage.
A place that bore many broken childhoods, yet glued them back together with love and hope.
A little boy named Li Yuan was lying on a small desk so clean it could reflect a person's silhouette, diligently tracing characters from a copybook.
His grip on the pen was still a bit clumsy, but his expression was intensely focused.
He was Xuanqing in his previous life.
A soul pure like crystal, untouched by any dust.
Li Yuan grew up in this orphanage.
He had never seen his parents.
