Little Nonpoint looked back on the past ten-odd years from another angle.
He realized he had actually been quite happy.
He had Uncle Meng, who doted on him like a father. Though Uncle Meng had recently had a change of heart, Little Nonpoint could still feel how much he cared.
He had the Chief, who watched over him like a grandfather.
All the uncles and aunts in the village treated him like their own son.
And he had a great, knowledgeable teacher in Willow God.
There were plenty of playmates in the village, too, and they all got along well.
In those ten years—no, the nine years since he had come to Stone Village—he had hardly suffered a grievance or known any hardship.
Everyone had cherished him.
But his birth Parents had not been there for his entire childhood. That was Little Nonpoint's greatest regret.
No matter how wonderful life in Stone Village had been, that regret remained, impossible to make up for.
"Child, have you stayed in the ancestral land all these years?" Qin Yining asked with concern. She wanted to know what her eldest son had been through.
"Yes." Little Nonpoint nodded. "After Father and Mother left me in Stone Village, I grew up there."
"Everyone was so good to me..."
Little Nonpoint slowly told Shi Ziling and Qin Yining about his childhood. He even remembered things from when he was very small.
Chasing birds and running around with dogs, the jars of Beast Milk he had drunk, raiding birds' nests with his friends, meeting Meng Chuan for the first time...
He shared one memory after another with his Parents, telling them even the tiniest things.
Shi Ziling and Qin Yining smiled as they listened.
Qin Yining laughed through her tears. This was her child's childhood.
He had