As if guessing her confusion, Yan Sijue glanced at her and faintly curved his lips: "When I was little, I lived here."
Mu Yiliang’s eyes widened imdiately!
"Before I was ten, I didn’t even know my surna was Yan." His expression remained indifferent, as if he were telling soone else’s story, "It wasn’t until the Old Man found that I returned to the Yan Family."
"Then... before you returned to the Yan Family, you were with..." Mu Yiliang hesitated, unsure if she should ask.
"With my mom, just the two of us." He looked at her, seemingly finding her reaction amusing, "What’s wrong? It’s no secret I’m an illegitimate child. If it weren’t for wising up and returning to the Yan Family, the Old Man wouldn’t have been guarding against all these years."
"Guarding?" Mu Yiliang was shocked again.
"He always thought I held a grudge against the Yan Family." He said lightly.
Mu Yiliang suddenly didn’t know what to say; the shock in her heart hadn’t subsided.
A young boy living with a single mother in a place like the Ghost Market... Mu Yiliang had only one question in mind: how did they survive?
Now, Mu Yiliang suddenly understood why those outlaws were so afraid of Yan Sijue.
Because within this man were the sa marks and aura as theirs, those outlaws could surely see such traces and hence retreated. They might be ruthless, but in this world, there are people more ruthless than they are.
However, from such a young age, until ten years old, a little boy lived here... Mu Yiliang still couldn’t imagine it.
Although her own upbringing wasn’t particularly warm, living alone abroad at a young age, she had enough living expenses, but she overca those pressures and fears of an unfamiliar environnt by herself. But now she realized, compared to this man, she lived in paradise.
She couldn’t help but squeeze his hand tightly.
"Do you hate the Yan Family?" Mu Yiliang couldn’t help but ask.
Yan Sijue curved his lips, his smile sowhat mysterious, but he didn’t answer her question.
"When the Old Man took from the Ghost Market, I’d just found my footing here, able to secure stable resources, and generally, people dared not trouble anymore." He raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of jest, "If I’d lived here until now, perhaps I’d be a dominant figure."
Mu Yiliang forced a smile to go along, but she couldn’t really smile.
Even though such things never happened to her, just thinking about it gave her the creeps, yet this man could still joke about those years.
At the age of ten, he could obtain stable resources, showing that before then, they lived from hand to mouth, possibly even enduring beatings.
Mu Yiliang deeply exhaled.
Yan Sijue suddenly stopped and gently cupped her chin: "Are you feeling sorry for ?"
Mu Yiliang hesitated for a mont and then honestly nodded: "A little."
What shocked her wasn’t just this man’s childhood environnt, but that after experiencing such things, he still remained calm and composed, as if those events ant nothing to him.
"But at least I survived." Yan Sijue squinted his eyes slightly, "Those who truly deserve pity are the ones who died."
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