Both Shen Zhilie and Shen Luo'an stared unblinkingly at her.
Shen Manting recoiled slightly from their unflinching gaze and asked softly, "What's the matter?"
"Have you been identifying yourself by that name all along?" Shen Zhilie questioned. He studied Shen Manting's expression and added, "I demand the truth."
Shen Manting furrowed her brow and answered, "This is my name, not Shen Manting. I was abandoned on the streets as a child. I never knew my date of birth. An old garbage collector picked me up and sent me to an orphanage."
Shen Luo'an fell silent, while Shen Zhilie nodded and pressed on, "What happened next?"
"The old garbage collector wondered why I even deserved to be born since my parents didn't bother to raise me, so the head warden named me as such."
He Yuncun.
A sobering name for a child.
The name was a reminder that she didn't deserve to exist.
