C42 The Memory of Time(last Part)

Silent tears rolled down his face, but he was already numb. Fine, he had already enjoyed his embrace. This was good. At least, he now knew how wonderful it was to be held by someone.

He was both happy and scared. He was happy that he still had someone to take care of him, but he was scared that if that monster caught up to them, they would definitely be beaten up. He didn't care, he was just scared that the kid would be in danger.

The older boy tore off the only jacket he had on him, took off his own beautiful clothes and wrapped himself in them. They were so tight that there was only one gap for him to breathe.

While he was secretly touching his clothes, they were caught. If he was afraid, would he die? Is that so? Was he the one who had implicated the older child? He was very depressed. Was the first person who was good to him killed by him just like that? His hand subconsciously tightened.

He was put down, wrapped in clothes so that he could not see anything, so that the place where he was placed was soft. Soon, the ferocious men and the older children seemed to say something, but he couldn't hear them clearly.

He was lifted up again. It was the older child, and he could recognize his aura.

He walked all the way until he was released from his clothes, then he found out that they had left the mountain. There were so many people here, he didn't dare to look at them, he was carried by the older child all the time, someone had brought him many delicious foods, the older child had fed him some, and there were also some sweet fruits for him to eat. He ate very slowly, because he wanted to keep these flavors and accompany him more.

This was the first time he took a bath after the old grandpa's death. When he washed his face, he was very scared, afraid that when the people here clearly saw his face, they would be the same as those who initially wanted to adopt him when they first knew he was Ladyboy, but abandoned him after clearly seeing his face.

He thought he would be abandoned again. He had already decided to leave honestly, without crying or making a ruckus, and maybe he could even get a good meal. The older child didn't have any, so when he saw his face, he only lightly ruffled his hair and then similarly hugged himself before returning to his home.

Home?

It was a strange word.

It was a very big place, and filled with many people. He was also afraid, and even more afraid that he was dreaming.

He did not dare to sleep, for fear that he would wake up once he fell asleep. In his dreams, he would wake up well, had something to eat, had something to drink, had some good clothes to wear, would not starve, but he had to sleep, he was very sleepy, the young master had discovered that he was not sleeping, he did not hate it, he did not panic, instead, he hugged him and consoled him softly, placing himself in his bedroom. The room was filled with the young master's aura, it was very peaceful, he did not sleep, the first thing he woke up every day was to confirm that the young master was by his side, proving that he was not dreaming.

Now that he had a name, he was no longer the despised "ugly Ladyboy". His young master, the older one who had saved him, called him "Xuan". He called him Ann in the same small courtyard, taught him how to read, told him what Ladyboy was, and taught him carefully for two years.

Now, he already knew that he was an orphan that Little Master had saved, but he was also adopted by Little Master, so he was now a servant of Ming Family, no longer a beggar on the streets.