She knew she had to survive, but she didn't know how. When she saw beggars getting food, she instinctively imitated them.
Xiao Changle knelt on the ground and stretched out his hands to the people coming and going on the road, but he had difficulty making a sound.
"Where did this brat come from! Get out of my way!"
An angry passerby kicked her away.
She rolled to the side, a truly unsuccessful first time.
Thanks to her strong learning and observation skills, Xiao Changle became one of the beggars, and being able to eat made her happy.
But the arrival of winter brings even greater challenges.
...
In winter, they suffered from hunger and cold.
The fighting and scrambling became more intense, and bloodshed was commonplace.
That same winter completely extinguished Xiao Changle's initial curiosity and goodwill towards the world.
Her fists were always stained with blood, she was always wary of anyone who approached her for no reason, and she would always find a way to get revenge on anyone who had bullied her, and she would never show mercy if she could kill them... It was an instinctive self-protection and struggle for survival.
She was like a rootless weed, easily blown over by a strong wind. Yet even the trampling of passersby couldn't kill her completely.
The world is a massive mass of malice, and through the desperately torn cracks, lies her primal hope for survival.
...
It's late summer again.
A year later, when Xiao Changle was five years old, she had learned to ignore and isolate herself from the lives of those glamorous people.
But during the Ghost Festival that year, she met Ye Zhaodi, and a ray of light suddenly pierced through the gap, enveloping her without being sharp.
That was the first time the world had shown her pure kindness.
Xiao Changle grasped Ye Zhaodi's outstretched hand, and at an age when he didn't understand redemption, he regarded her as his hope.
But fate played a cruel trick on her; it seemed she was destined to be alone.
A big fire,
One adoption,
One abandonment,
Returning to a life of wandering.
...
Fate made my flesh and blood grow wildly
Yet they cruelly deprive each time.
...
Beyond the invisible wall, a fierce wind and snowstorm howled through a pale and desolate world.
Chang Le leaned against the wall, utterly powerless, his eyes cold and numb, as if his soul had been detached.
To her right sat the white-haired, golden-eyed man.
To her left, amidst the raging fire, appeared a woman with silver hair and purple eyes.
"Hello, Chang Le, I am Ye Buqi." That's how she introduced herself.
Meanwhile, the white-haired man on the other side moved erratically, but his expression finally returned to calm, with a hint of sudden realization:
"I see."
"Chang Le, I was the first to be born, born from the emptiness and loneliness of those three hundred years after you left, yet still subconsciously clinging to you."
“I am your ‘starting point’ and your ‘ending point’.”
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