...and fixed the two of their faces in my mind.
And out of guilt, Long Tianfeng had kept taking care of me?
Chapter 118: Get the Hell Out!
If I'd lost my parents because of Long Tianfeng... then for him to do this—as a five- or six-year-old child who had no say in the matter—there could only be one explanation: he'd been "taught" to do it.
This "teaching" could be called another way of raising a child.
But there were still some things I didn't understand. More specifically... some parts of the logic didn't quite add up.
Given Long Tianfeng's background, and the fact that he was a child with no say in the matter, the only people who could have arranged for him to come to me were his parents or other close relatives. No one else. And that raised another question.
Let's say I were Long Tianfeng's "parents." Would I make my child do something like this? No... probably not. I'd do everything I could to compensate and comfort them, rather than make my child pay such a price.
If... all the deductions I'd just made were correct, then why had Long Tianfeng appeared in my life?
Was it simply out of guilt? But even if he felt guilty, there was no need to go this far, was there?
There... must have been other things I didn't know.
At any rate, one thing was certain: my biological parents had died when I was five or six. Though I only had those few fragments of memory, I was more willing to believe they were my real parents.
I still wanted to know more, but my memories ended there. For now, I couldn't recall anything else.
And I could be sure of one more thing: before I "died," Long Tianfeng