Xia Wanyuan seemed to know what Xuan Sheng was about to say. "It's all in the past. There's no longer back then."
"Mm." Xuan Sheng sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and smiled at Xia Wanyuan. "I was just casually saying. Miss Xia, you might not even have a place in my cage. After all, I've locked up countless canaries here."
Xia Wanyuan walked in front of Xuan Sheng and glanced at the broken prayer beads in his hand. The broken edges had cut his fingers, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Xia Wanyuan reached out and removed the prayer beads.
"I'm used to it." Xuan Sheng lowered his head, his thin eyelids revealing some fragility.
Before he could remember anything, he was his biological mother's tool to vent her anger. He was so hungry every day that he could be beaten up by that woman for a night just because he had secretly eaten a meal.
