remember

Jiang Zhi led him to sit on the sofa, her tone indifferent: "What did he say to you?"

“They’re saying you and your mother are the murderers.”

Do you believe it?

Fang Chengyin looked up at him and asked, "Do you need me to believe you?"

Jiang Zhi smiled, said nothing more, and wrung out the towel in the basin to wipe Fang Chengyin's hands and face. Fang Chengyin's temperature was too low.

Are you afraid of me?

Fang Chengyin pursed his lips. "You've always known about Zhang Weike's existence? And your parents' relationship with him?"

Jiang Zhi wiped his eyebrows. "What do you want to know?"

"Did your mother tell you to keep it a secret?"

"Not entirely. But in any case, it's better if you don't know anything."

Fang Chengyin gave a self-deprecating laugh, knowing he wouldn't get any information out of him. "Could you help me contact Qi Qian? I know you have his contact information."

Jiang Zhi put the towel back in the basin and asked warily, "Why?"

"The media will probably flock here tomorrow, or they might already be on their way. Qiqian knows how to hide me."

Jiang Zhi's face darkened: "They can't get through."

"Is it because you are also good at speaking to Tibetans?"

"You'll find out tomorrow." Jiang Zhi carried the water to pour it out, then came back and took Fang Chengyin's hand to go upstairs. "Let's go back to our room."

Fang Chengyin did not show any resistance, including when Jiang Zhi filled the bathtub for him and he lost track of time while soaking, Jiang Zhi scooped him out. He was wrapped tightly in a bath towel.

Before blow-drying his hair, Jiang Zhi looked at the tooth necklace on the side of his neck: "I've never seen you wear it before."

Fang Chengyin touched it gently: "Mom gave it to me before I went to find Dad. I picked it the day we moved in together because I was afraid it would scare you."

Jiang Zhi couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or not, so she started to blow-dry his hair.

A dozen minutes later, lying on a bed, the question was asked, "Do I have to go to work tomorrow?"

Fang Chengyin, holding the ugly doll, turned his back to him and said, "Hmm."

"If you're tired, just rest. Don't go to Zhang Weike's place. Since he chose to let the police investigate, your mother won't be in danger."

"Hmm." A very flat tone.

"Do you need me to sleep in another room?"

"casual."

So Jiang Zhi fell asleep and barely slept a wink all night. Fang Cheng would wake up with a start and turn to check if he was still there.

Fang Chengyin turned around, the ugly doll falling behind him. He leaned over and stroked Jiang Zhi's face, the hazy moonlight falling on it. "You should forget about it. You must have been the one who suffered the most from my and Mom's situation. Jiang Zhi, why did you have to get involved in this mess?"

“Because you’re there, you’re there.” Jiang Zhi felt wronged again.

Fang Chengyin cupped his face and kissed him, just a light touch, nothing more, yet it made Jiang Zhi's chest soften, "Chengyin..."

Fang Chengyin pressed his forehead against his. "I really want to know where Dad is. I don't want to know the truth from Zhang Weike. Jiang Zhi, please tell me, please."

The grievance on Jiang Zhi's face vanished completely.

Sure enough, the Fang Chengyin of today is just someone who can no longer remember himself, someone who is willing to give up everything in order to find his family.

This unfamiliar Fang Chengyin is still a thorn he desperately tries to protect deep in his heart.

“There’s no need to rush,” he gave the fixed answer.

Fang Chengyin abruptly released him, his doting expression gone, and said firmly, "Jiang Zhi, I really can't like you."

Jiang Zhi smiled faintly, "It's enough that I like you."

Fang Chengyin glanced at him, then looked away and went to hug the ugly doll. Jiang Zhi looked at the indifferent Fang Chengyin, grabbed a corner of the blanket and covered him with it, then hugged him.

At five o'clock in the morning, Fang Chengyin woke up from a nightmare and immediately saw the doll on the ground, but it was calling out to Jiang Zhi.

An unfamiliar phone on the bedside table vibrated, and he swiped to answer it.

Jiang Zhi said from the other end, "Awake? After you wash up, heat up your breakfast and eat it. I'll come back to pick you up."

Fang Chengyin gripped his phone tightly.

"Cheng Yin, Cheng Yin? What's wrong?"

The concerned words pierced his ears, and Fang Chengyin abruptly hung up the phone, covering his mouth and bursting into tears.

He found himself increasingly unable to control his emotions.

He learned a lot from Zhang Weike. He realized that he wasn't actually asleep during Zhang Weike's live stream; he was just pretending to sleep, as Zhang Weike had said. He didn't know if what Zhang Weike said was true or false; he only knew that Zhang Weike was the person who had been sending him text messages all along, and also the real culprit in the kindergarten teacher's death case.

It's so similar. After stepping down as the captain of the Yanyang Criminal Investigation Bureau, his every word and action is that of another Fang Bokang.

This is how Zhang Weike answered him: "When two people who love each other live together for a long time, their words and actions will gradually become more and more alike. But your parents don't seem to love each other at all. Your father had to lie to Song Zixin and say he had taken on an art film in order to see me. Your mother, for money and reputation, did not hesitate to morally blackmail your father to cooperate. She is a mistress, morally corrupt, selfish and self-serving."

"So what? After all this time, you've come to get revenge on my mother?"

"Yes, when I found out she killed Bokang, I wanted nothing more than to tear her tendons out and rip her skin off!"

"So you killed so many innocent people?"

Zhang Weike laughed almost maniacally: "Innocent? That kindergarten teacher, everything she ate and played with was Song Zixin's dirty money. She's been dirty for a long time. I'm cleaning up the world. Besides, if I don't kill her, how will the investigation bureau reopen the investigation? As for Liu Jinyi, he likes you, and he's so useless. He couldn't even fight back when he was beaten. He deserves to die. Let me tell you something else. He could have avoided being gang-raped, but since he likes you, I had no choice but to compromise."

Fang Chengyin clutched the ugly doll tightly, "So it was you!"

While in the hospital, he entered Liu Jinyi's consciousness and saw a man and Jin Yichu entangled as they entered the house.

“It was me. I sent someone to seduce Jin Yichu. Didn’t you see that person from the window across the street? Otherwise, do you think Liu Jinyi would have died with their bullying methods? It was all my fault, Fang Chengyin. I not only instructed them from the side, but also fanned the flames.”

Fang Chengyin's neatly manicured nails dug into his palms, the pain helping him to compose himself. "So who's next? Your next target."

"Jiang Zhi, isn't it true that I love you so much I'd give up my life for you?"

"No way." Fang Chengyin loosened his clenched fist. "Since you want to get revenge on Song Zixin, then Jiang Zhi must be related to Fang Bokang."

"As expected of Bokang's son, he's just as outstanding as him, capable of making men swoon."

Fang Chengyin found his words disgusting.

Zhang Weike said, "I can't guarantee whether he or your mother conspired to kill Bokang, so I need your cooperation."

When Jiang Zhi went to pick up Fang Chengyin, Zhang Weike let him go on the condition that he tell him the location of Fang Bokang's body.

Jiang Zhi answered with a range, so Fang Chengyin felt a chill in his heart.

He wasn't sure what the real Jiang Zhi was like, but he knew that Jiang Zhi liked him very much, even more than he liked himself. But he also knew that Jiang Zhi's liking might be pathological, just like Zhang Weike's.

·

When Jiang Zhi ran in, the sky behind him was still pitch black. Fang Chengyin was sitting at the dining table eating the breakfast Jiang Zhi had left for him, and he looked perfectly normal.

After breakfast, he and Jiang Zhi went to pick apples. When they arrived at the center of the orchard, the other uncles and aunties were already doing their jobs.

They stopped laughing, which looked very eerie the moment the sun broke through the clouds. He wanted to ask Jiang Zhi, but Jiang Zhi was too busy; he was attending to a middle-aged man nearby, presumably a buyer.

"Who is that?" I couldn't help but ask the part-time worker next to me.

The other person tore off an apple, saying, "Didn't you see the news? He's the newly transferred chief prosecutor!"

Why is the chief prosecutor here?

"You don't even know about Apple's market position?" The man looked at Fang Chengyin with some disdain. "Then you must have read the bestseller 'Using Apple to Grow Bigger and Stronger,' right?"

"Has it become so famous that even the head of a procuratorate unit needs to show him respect?"

The man sighed, "If the first batch of Apple-related products sells successfully and maintains a good reputation, that dilapidated area in front can be demolished and rebuilt by the end of this year, and the lives of the residents will undergo tremendous changes. Apple-related products are not just a gimmick in the online world, but a real economic booster! The fact that the prosecutor is here instead of investigating cases shows its market position."

Fang Chengyin had no idea that Apple had taken over the trending topics on major platforms, the hashtag #Song Zixin Abandons Wife and Child# had disappeared, and the hashtag #The News of the Release of "Singing" is Fake# was on the entertainment list.

Not long after, Jiang Zhi and Jiang Yuecang arrived and stopped next to Fang Chengyin. Fang Chengyin didn't pay attention until a minute of silence passed before he realized that Jiang Yuecang was looking at him.

"Would you like to try some?" Fang Chengyin offered a complimentary apple, his face showing embarrassment at his incompetent leader.

Jiang Yuecang reached out to refuse, then turned to Jiang Zhi and said, "I can consider your proposal." After saying that, he left without letting Jiang Zhi see him off.

In the instant the car sped away, Jiang Zhi swiftly kissed Fang Chengyin on the cheek. Fang Chengyin's hand trembled, and a dark purple apple fell directly at his face from above, its rich aroma mingling with a cool touch as it slid across his cheek. He froze for a moment, his mind flashing back to a pure white room, its white walls splattered with blood.

"Cheng Yin?" I fell into a familiar embrace.

"Cheng Yin? Fang Cheng Yin?!" Jiang Zhi's call gradually faded into the distance.

He found himself in the orchard from five years ago—

The wooden sign reads "Apple Cultivation Area". At first glance, the cultivation area only has cultivation boxes, and the seedlings inside are growing well.

Zhang Weike, who looked like a fruit farmer, squatted idly next to Fang Bokang, who looked like an expert. Fang Bokang was drawing pearl seedlings. There was no one else around, only the lush green ordinary apple branches.

“Bokang, I want to invoke the breeding rights.”

Fang Bokang paused, his face showing more helplessness than anything else.

Zhang Weike's expression changed instantly. "The place we live is very dangerous. We can only buy a house after we get the breeding rights. Or are you saying you don't want to?"

Fang Bokang was silent for a moment, then said, "I am willing."

Zhang Weike grinned and slipped his hand inside Fang Bokang's pants. A moment later, the two bodies were rolling together.

Fang Chengyin's pupils contracted, his stomach churned, and he dry heaved to the side.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Zhi appeared, wearing the summer uniform of Yanyang No. 1 Middle School. Opposite him was Fang Bokang, who had already finished, while Zhang Weike hid in the woods.

“I saw it,” Jiang Zhi said.

Fang Bokang, however, seemed uneasy. "What do you need?"

"Your son."

"What?" Fang Bokang frowned in surprise.

Jiang Zhi reiterated: "I like your son, Fang Chengyin."

Fang Bokang regained his composure: "Liking someone is a matter between two people."

Jiang Zhi chuckled softly: "Or maybe there are three people?"

Fang Bokang gritted his teeth and said, "As long as you transfer the breeding rights of the apple variety to me, I can provide you with anything you need."

"Okay, it's a pleasure to work together." Jiang Zhi reached out his hand. He didn't have the naivety of a high school student; instead, he exuded an unfathomable maturity.

After Jiang Zhi finished speaking, he entered the training area.

Fang Bokang emerged and hugged Zhang Weike, saying, "Thank you."

The two had walked back for a short while when Fang Bokang said, "Song Zixin needs me during this period, so I have to go back for a while."

Zhang Weike was displeased: "How long is 'a period of time'?"

"I'll be back sooner in a month."

Zhang Weike stared at him for a long time, so long that Fang Bokang began to feel guilty. But the next second, Zhang Weike simply reached out and touched the side of his neck. "What are those red spots on your neck?"

Fang Bokang suddenly took a step back and grabbed his collar, "It's...it's all your fault..."

Zhang Weike laughed slyly, put his arm around his shoulder and continued walking forward, teasing him, "You said you wouldn't bite me outside after that, right? What if outsiders see that and all your efforts are wasted?"

Fang Bokang punched him, his face serious.

Before Fang Bokang returned home, Fang Chengyin saw the two of them rolling around on the bed again. He squatted in the corridor outside C32-1034.

The autumn wind was bleak, and he thought of Song Zixin waiting anxiously at home, and Fang Bokang saying late that night that he had missed the opportunity and would be late.

If what Zhang Weike said is true, that he and Fang Bokang are in love, then what about Song Zixin, and what about himself?

The next day at noon, Fang Bokang dressed neatly and set off from the dilapidated building area to go home. Fang Chengyin saw himself lying sound asleep on the bed. He remembered that he had a high fever and Song Zixin had taken care of him all night.

Hearing the door open, Song Zixin came downstairs, coldly called Fang Bokang into the study, and took out the divorce agreement, "Sign it, Chengyin will come with me."

Fang Bokang frowned. "He said that?"

Song Zixin slammed her pen at him and hissed, "Fang Bokang! Are you even human?! Haven't I done enough for you two?! Can't you just leave Yinyin alone?!"

His mother, the nation's most beloved actress, is now seen without makeup, looking utterly devastated.

Fang Bokang remained unmoved. "I won't sign. I think you don't want the outside world to know about Chengyin's existence either."

"Are you threatening me?" Song Zixin calmed down.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Zixin. I don't want Chengyin to lose her father."

Song Zixin stepped forward and grabbed his clothes, her lips trembling, "He doesn't have a father! Ever since you started doing this kind of work outside, he hasn't had a father! My child! He doesn't need to be defiled by such filthy and disgusting things! Did you hear me? Sign the divorce papers and get out! I don't want to see you again!"

Fang Bokang's expression softened. He had loved her. Fang Chengyin knew that his father had loved his mother, but he had still become a traitor in their marriage, a traitor who had broken his mother's heart.

“Zixin…”

Song Zixin took two steps back, refusing his touch.

Fang Bokang softened his voice: "Back then, you chose not to publicly acknowledge Cheng Yin for the sake of your career. Now... I know it was my mistake, but is going public really good for Cheng Yin? He's a high school student. Is it really good for his life to be suddenly made public? Just let me stay for another month, and I'll leave you under another name. Is that okay?"

Song Zixin looked at him warily: "What pretext?"

"Keep making art films..."

"Heh!" Song Zixin interrupted him with a light laugh, "Is it to continue luring the next poor young man from the countryside? No, that's not right either, there might be minors too."

Fang Chengyin's hands trembled uncontrollably. It turned out that Zhang Weike was Fang Bokang's photographed subject, but they eventually became his dating partner.

Fang Bokang clearly told his family that he was going to make art films and to find the meaning of life.

Fang Bokang was displeased, "Zixin, he and I are truly in love..."

"Who wants to hear the filth of you two scoundrels!" Song Zixin calmed herself down. "I'll be sleeping in the study this month. Now, please leave."

"The guidance is in..."

"Yinyin has a high fever, don't go near him, I'm afraid he'll catch it because he's weak." She looked at him as if he were something disgusting.

But when the study door closed, Fang Chengyin could see his mother slumped on the floor, crying uncontrollably.

Fang Bokang still went up the stairs, but he only stopped at the door of the room, then knelt down there, covered his face and said sorry.

Watching this scene, Fang Chengyin wanted to ask Fang Bokang why. Why was Song Zixin so good, yet he still had someone else? Why would a perfectly good family of three give up on each other?

There is no answer, and no one can tell him. Or perhaps he simply doesn't love anymore, and the next step after falling out of love is always hurt.

Song Zixin saw through him and filed for divorce, but he said he was unwilling to write because of her. Was it really that simple? Ever since he became obsessed with making art films, he had completely changed. Back then…

Fang Chengyin was stunned. He had discussed art films with Fang Bokang, and at that time Fang Bokang told him that he was "confirming" his sexuality. So what he wanted to confirm was his sexual orientation, whether he had fallen in love with men.

This thought angered Fang Chengyin, but what happened next made him even angrier.

Fang Bokang stood up, leaning against the wall. Although he had only been kneeling for less than three minutes, he was covered in cold sweat, walked unsteadily, and kept rubbing his knee joints.

After returning to his bedroom, he stood in front of the full-length mirror and took off all his clothes.

Fang Chengyin saw the marks left by Zhang Weike on his body, and his stomach churned again. He abruptly turned his head away, and his gaze fell on the wedding photo on the bedside table, where the people in the photo were smiling happily.

"What...what should we do?"

Hearing the commotion, Fang Chengyin looked back and saw that Fang Bokang had red spots resembling hives on the side of his neck and back.

Fang Bokang opened his suitcase, clothes were scattered all over the floor, he took out a bottle of medicine, poured out a few pills and swallowed them.

Fang Chengyin walked over, his pupils suddenly contracting.

HIV post-exposure prophylaxis (PEP) medication!

He looked incredulously at Fang Bokang, who was gradually regaining his composure, a stark contrast to the father he knew.

Fang Bokang changed his clothes and stood by the window to make a phone call, "Dr. Tang, I need another bottle. 200,000?...Okay, I'll transfer it to you the day after tomorrow."

With his phone hanging by his side, Fang Bokang looked dazed.

He is sick and is taking preventative medication, which indicates that he is in the early stages of his illness.

He's sick, is it because he didn't want that guy to worry that he came back? Will he go back in a month when he's better?

What does he take his mother for?!

Just moments ago, Fang Chengyin thought Fang Bokang simply needed a quiet place to recuperate. As a successful screenwriter and producer, Fang Bokang had his own savings, so buying PEP medication wouldn't be a problem at all. But reality told him that Fang Bokang had only come back to find an ATM.

His poor mother was the target, and what happened that night confirmed his suspicions.

That evening, Song Zixin was taking her temperature in her room while she was still unconscious when Fang Bokang walked straight in.

"Zixin, I'd like to borrow some money from you."

Song Zixin didn't even turn her head. "Do you think I would lend it to you? I never imagined that a producer like me would spend all my life savings on a stranger."

Perhaps his mother wanted to say something even harsher, but she hesitated because she was there. But it was precisely because she was there that Fang Bokang dared to continue making demands.

"I'm sick, Zixin, I... I'll leave once I'm better."

Song Zixin turned to look at him in disbelief, then threw the basin of water at him, yelling, "Get out of here!!"

The noise was too loud, and Song Zixin, holding back her tears, leaned over the bed to comfort herself.

Fang Bokang knelt down with a thud. "It's just the initial stage. The doctor said I'll get better after taking the blocking medication. It's just that the medicine is a bit expensive, and I'm really desperate. I'll pay you back, I promise I will! Before we got married, didn't you earn hundreds of millions from those TV dramas and commercials? Just consider it charity to a beggar, okay? Please, my wife!"

Song Zixin pinched her arm, the words almost squeezed out through clenched teeth: "Get out...you get out first!"

"Okay, I'll go out now." Fang Bokang knew he had succeeded.

His eyes were also red, and Fang Chengyin didn't know if it was because of the basin of cold water or because he felt guilty.

Song Zixin sobbed for a long time, then took out her phone and made a call without a contact name. But when the familiar voice came through, Fang Chengyin was stunned; it was Jiang Zhi.

"Yinyin has been sick for two days. Let's come and see her tomorrow."

The next day, Jiang Zhi indeed appeared at home, carrying some tonics. When Song Zixin took them, she asked, "Does your father know?"

"Auntie, I earned this with my own hands. Dad won't object."

"Okay, thank you. Yinyin is upstairs."

It turned out that he and Jiang Zhi had known each other for so long. In order to find out, Fang Chengyin did not stay in the living room, but went upstairs with Jiang Zhi.

Fang Chengyin was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed looking out the window. He smiled happily the moment he saw Jiang Zhi come in.

Jiang Zhi locked the door and rushed over to hug him.

Fang Chengyin pushed him away, his voice tinged with a smile: "It's not better yet, it's contagious."

Without saying a word, Jiang Zhi kissed him deeply, so much so that Fang Chengyin could hear his own moans.

Nevertheless, Fang Chengyin still went along with it, saying, "I like you so much, Jiang Zhi."

Fang Chengyin stood there, stunned, then quickly walked out of the room. So they had really liked each other. So Song Zixin had known all along? Did she also know that her new roommate was Jiang Zhi?

Before they could figure out a solution, Song Zixin and Fang Bokang were already arguing in the living room.

“I won’t give you anything. From the moment you chose to abandon this family, you have no right to ask anything of me. I will not fulfill my legal obligations either. If you want to sue me, go ahead.”

Fang Bokang looked much worse than yesterday. "I borrowed it, Zixin, I will pay it back."

"Whether you live or die is none of my business. I've thought it through. Even you're shamelessly going public with it, so what am I afraid of? With your current financial resources, Yinyin will be awarded to me anyway. What do you have to fight Fang Bokang with?"

Fang Bokang was unusually furious. "Fine, you want to fight? Fang Chengyin's surname is Fang, and he has one of my sperm. Rather than give him to you, I'd rather die with him."

"What do you want to do?" Song Zixin gritted her teeth.

"What am I going to do? There are plenty of things I can do, just like you didn't know I'd fall for a guy. Just expect me to do something to him."

"Fang Bokang! Are you even human?!"

Song Zixin rushed forward but was pushed down by Fang Bokang. Fang Chengyin could clearly see her waist hit the edge of the glass table.

He looked up anxiously, hoping his upstairs neighbor would run out, but no, no matter how noisy the living room was, there was no sound from upstairs. He had forgotten that Song Zixin had specially installed soundproof walls in his room so that he could learn musical instruments at home.

But his musical talent wasn't that great; he probably used it all for his affair with Jiang Zhi.

He hates himself for being like this.

"Don't you already know whether I'm human or not? I'm just an animal, Song Zixin. Give me the money, and I won't bother you and your son anymore."

Song Zixin leaned on the glass table and laughed, "See, I was right after all. Back then, you said you wanted to make an art film and asked me to support you, but I refused. I said you would get caught up in it. Now it seems that you weren't caught up in it at all; it's just that this is who you are. The more you were restrained by me, the more you indulged your bad habits after we left."

It's unclear what words stung him, but Fang Bokang became agitated: "If you had supported me back then, I would never have doubted our relationship, and I would never have cheated on you!"

Song Zixin looked at him and stopped talking; she was very calm.

Tears welled up in Fang Bokang's eyes, as if proclaiming that he was the most pitiful one. "I endured it all, I endured it so many times. But every time I came back, you were in the study, preparing for your comeback. Did you ever show any concern for our relationship? I advised you not to leave the entertainment industry, but you insisted on your own ideas. Over a decade as a housewife, look at what you've become! Are you still you, Song Zixin?"

Song Zixin laughed, but as she laughed, tears streamed down her face. Fang Chengyin heard her say, "Yes, I am no longer myself, so don't even think about getting a single penny from me."

After she finished speaking, she wiped away her tears and went upstairs. Fang Chengyin looked at Fang Bokang, who was slumped on the sofa, and followed Song Zixin.

She knocked on the door and saw that Fang Chengyin was asleep. She only told Jiang Zhi, "Take Yinyin to your place to play these few days. It's boring staying at home."

So that was the real reason she called Jiang Zhi here.

Jiang Zhi took "Fang Chengyin" away at dusk. For some reason, he was fast asleep and didn't wake up, even when Fang Bokang came to stop him. He didn't know what Jiang Zhi did to "Fang Chengyin" in the room.

Fang Bokang grabbed "Fang Chengyin" and shouted, "Leave him here!"

He held a syringe in his hand, filled with red liquid, the needle pointed directly at Fang Chengyin's neck.

Song Zixin's pupils contracted sharply. "Fang Bokang, what are you doing!"

"Since you won't lend me money, then I'll just have to let your son get HIV too, then you'll be willing to buy the medicine, right?"

Jiang Zhi said coldly, "Give Cheng Yin back to me!"

"You like my son? Aren't you two men afraid of AIDS?"

“Only a cowardly traitor like you would get infected. Fang Bokang, I’ve already given you the right to cultivate the apple, but it seems you won’t live to enjoy it.”

Fang Bokang smiled, some of the needles already inserted into "Fang Chengyin's" neck. "Who told you that? As long as I persist with the blocking, I can recover my health in a month."

"Is that so?" A cold voice came from behind.

Fang Chengyin felt as if he had possessed his past self. Looking back, he saw his mother holding a kitchen knife and her resolute expression.

The knife came flying—

Fang Chengyin suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in Jiang Zhi's villa, where Jiang Zhi was drawing something with many sheets of drawing paper scattered around his feet.

Seeing that the person had returned to reality, Jiang Zhi bent down to pick up the pile of papers, tidied them up, and walked to the bedside. "That night, Auntie asked me to take you away, but halfway there, I still couldn't protect you. My dad took you away."

He handed over the drawing paper, and Fang Chengyin saw all the scenes he had just recalled.