After that day, Yue Na often visited the orphanage and naturally got to know the little boy who talked like a fortune-telling charlatan.
The boy was called Shi Xiaodao and was not quite six years old. He usually said little; what Yue Na had witnessed that day was actually rare for him.
From the Orphanage Director, Yue Na learned about Shi Xiaodao's past and felt sorry for him.
After that, almost every time Yue Na visited, she brought Shi Xiaodao something to eat or play with.
Shi Xiaodao gradually went from cool and aloof to a chatterbox.
Or rather, he had always been a chatterbox and had simply been holding himself back.
Through their conversations, Yue Na also learned where all his mystical talk had come from.
The elderly couple who had adopted him before had taught him.
Originally, they had not intended to teach him, but he picked things up so quickly that the two elders eventually stopped worrying about it.
At first, Yue Na thought everything Shi Xiaodao had learned was just the patter used by roadside fortune-tellers.
Later, she discovered that he really did know quite a lot.
Shi Xiaodao could recount tales of their predecessors from the previous century. Although Yue Na could not understand some of the things woven into those stories, she often found herself engrossed.
She would even forget that the storyteller still spoke with a little boy's childish lilt.
As they spent more time together, Yue Na began thinking about adopting Shi Xiaodao.
But she was barely getting by herself. Could she support him too?
By chance, Yue Na discovered a livestreaming platform. In the videos, women with figures similar to hers, or even worse, earned more simply by dancing than she could make in a month.
Her heart wavered.
Alone in