Just like most A-rank Upper Tiers,
my life had been full of twists and turns.
My father was a young noble who had run away from home in pursuit of romance, while my mother was a young lady from a prestigious Huaxia family who had followed a merchant caravan to Europe out of curiosity about other countries.
They had fallen in love just like in a story, overcoming countless obstacles to build a family together.
After enduring many hardships, they settled down in a small village and had a daughter.
They loved her dearly.
But sometimes I wondered: if, back then, they had argued and separated because choosing each other had forced them to live far more difficult lives than before,
would that have been better for them?
But they hadn't. They both believed that as long as they had each other in this world, even such a poor life was happy.
They were two parents with ideas that were too innocent and beautiful.
Perhaps people like them being swallowed whole by the cruel tide of war was an all-too-common occurrence.
But even so,
they were the parents who loved me most in the world, the people most important to me.
The time I had them by my side was the most carefree period of my life.
Though I only realized that after I had lost it all.
"Wait here. Your mother and I will bring back some bread right away."
I still remembered my father hiding me in the little wooden house, wiping away my tears, forcing a reassuring smile in his panic, then tightly grasping my mother's hand and running into the night lit by war.
But even after a century had passed,
they never returned.
The world was enormous, and it was cold.
Especially to a parentless