"Qin Siyang, you don't smoke or drink. What do you usually do to ease your troubles?"
Qin Siyang didn't know how to answer Chu Baxing.
He had been an orphan from the start, so that identity had never stirred particularly strong feelings in him.
On the contrary, after receiving the care of Li Tianming, Qian Wendao, Zhao Longfei, and the others, he had felt a sense of belonging, of coming home.
Even Qian Wendao's passing, heartbreaking as it had been, hadn't kept him from finding his feet again quickly.
"Forget it. You aren't even in the same category as normal humans. I can't imagine what you've been through or the pressure on your shoulders. I shouldn't ask."
Chu Baxing shook his head and took another drag, his stern face fading in and out of view through the smoke.
"I used to have two fathers. My dad, and Uncle Zheng, who treated me like his own son."
Chu Baxing began talking about the past again, and Qin Siyang remained silent.
Chu Baxing had never been a man of many words.
Though he wasn't as sparing with words as Duan Chongfang, he still struck people as cold and distant. Only Qin Siyang and a handful of others knew what he was really like.
Since he was willing to open up today, Qin Siyang listened.
"With two fathers protecting me as I grew up, I turned into something of a monster. I got used to being arrogant and throwing my weight around. You know all that."
Qin Siyang shook his head. "You weren't that bad."
"I know exactly what I was like. When I first started at Southern Glory, my combat strength was decent, but I lagged far behind you and Hu Chan in everything else. I wasn't as good as Gu Yunpeng