Subconsciously, I reached out and touched his fluffy hair, took a deep breath, and finally asked the question I wanted to know most.
"Who are you now?"
Yao Yifeng wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked up at me with starry eyes, just like when he was a child. He tightened his grip on my hand, and his voice was full of timidity, without any trace of the fierceness he had shown outside. "I...I'll tell you, please don't leave me, okay?"
I nodded, pretending to be shy and holding his hand to place it on my blushing cheek, and said helplessly and aggrievedly, "I am your sister, do you want to lie to me again?"
Yao Yifeng kept shaking his head, put three fingers together and pointed to the sky to promise, "I will never lie to you again. I will tell you everything about me!"
Just then, Ji Linting's spirit floated in from outside. Upon hearing what Yao Yifeng said, he shook his head and said, "You said you wouldn't lie to your sister, but just downstairs you promised to release Yao Qingqing, and now you turn around and order your men to sell her to northern Myanmar. What a liar you are!"
The corners of my lips twitched, and I felt inexplicably funny. What was going on?
Ji Linting was actually laughing at the pot calling the kettle black. He seemed to have forgotten how he broke his oath and ended up with a miserable death.
Yao Yifeng lay on my lap all night and told me about his experiences from childhood to adulthood.
As far as he can remember, he has lived in a park in northern Myanmar.
There are many children like him in that park, all of whom are children born to T and women in the park.
As for their mothers, they probably had already disappeared by the time they grew up, and they didn't even know what they looked like.
In that environment, Yao Yifeng understood the principles of survival of the fittest and the law of the jungle since he was a child in the park.
Perhaps he inherited T's genes perfectly, and quickly stood out among the group of children. T took a liking to him at first sight and decided to focus on training him.
But it was this action that pushed him into an endless abyss.
Even after more than ten years, he still remembers the memories of when he was four years old.
When the little boy was locked up in that dark killer training base, his eyes were filled with fear.
Because that place is synonymous with sin.
The instructors in the base have long been demons who treat killing people as if they were ants.
If he hadn't been T's son, he would have died there a hundred times.
In order to survive, the four-year-old boy had to continue learning from his master until the annual killer review, when half of the killers had to be eliminated.
However, his biological father T still sent him to the PK stage when he was only five years old and had only trained for one year.
Facing the older brother who was ten years older than him, the older brother who would tell him stories and give him candy behind his back, he finally broke his neck with his young arms.
He will never forget that scene.
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