I had never told anyone about this.
Because what I'd seen was Ye Qing's childhood, and Ye Qing had driven me out in a fit of anger, I'd naturally assumed he didn't want anyone to know about that part of his past.
That wasn't strange.
At the time, Ye Qing's mother was still alive. Things probably hadn't yet reached the point where the other people in Workers and Peasants Sixth Village hated or feared Ye Qing and his family. He could still play with his friends.
The disappearance of that friend may have been where it all began. After that, one by one, Ye Qing's relatives passed away, and his situation became awkward, desperate, and miserable.
Nangong Yao had left his family of his own accord as an adult. Ye Qing, on the other hand, had passively lost all his family and been shunned by outsiders. Their circumstances were completely different. Neither of them wanted to talk about the past, but when something related to it came up, Nangong Yao was still willing to talk with others. Ye Qing was the exact opposite.
What's more, Ye Qing had become a ghost.
I realized that Ye Qing had been keeping an eye on my abilities for a long time.
He could have been rescued by me earlier.
And he really had given up that chance himself.
Had he given it up in a moment of emotional turmoil, or had it been a choice he'd made after thinking it through?
I didn't know.
I also hesitated over whether to tell Wu Ling and the others.
After all, this involved Ye Qing's privacy.
I wasn't sure how much Wu Ling and the others knew about it, either.
Gu Mo was still angry.
There was no doubt that, whether Ye Qing had chosen this