This was the first time Lu Xin had sunk into sleep because of the excessive consumption of his mental strength.
But he slept very soundly.
In his dream, he seemed to have returned to another sunny day. He and everyone else—the Sister, Little Nineteen, the children older than him, and those younger than him—were happily playing at the orphanage, writing their homework with glum faces, and fighting in groups of three or five. The Old Director stood on the second floor, anxiously waving a broom and shouting, "Stop! Keep fighting and you won't get dumplings tonight!"
If he could remember only this sunny courtyard, that would be enough.
When Lu Xin opened his eyes, he saw Mom leaning over him.
She wore a gentle smile, her face very close to his, as if she wanted to see what kind of dream he had been having.
"Ah..."
Lu Xin hurriedly sat up. "You're back?"
Feeling that his arms were empty, he was startled and realized that Little Nineteen, whom he had been holding just now, had disappeared.
Mom chuckled softly. "Don't worry. I sent that child somewhere for treatment."
"Where?"
Lu Xin immediately became wary and asked instinctively.
"The only place in this world that can cure her. That's better than keeping her by your side..."
Mom smiled. "Do you still think it would be better to take her home and use her as a decoration?"
"Ah..."
Lu Xin hurriedly shook his head. "No, no."
Several thoughts flashed rapidly through his mind.
He trusted Mom to some extent. Without her, this family would have fallen apart long ago. Moreover, after everything the family had been through, Mom had contributed the most and was the most trustworthy. Although she carried many secrets, she had never lied to him. If she said