The Old Village Chief sighed softly and looked at Little One, his eyes filled with greater affection, but also regret.
"He should have had a perfect family, a carefree life, and fine natural talent..."
Lin Fan said nothing. Even though he knew everything, he still listened quietly.
Only after a long while did he speak, offering comfort. "That's how life is. When you gain something, you lose something else. No one sails through life without a storm.
But as long as you're alive, there will always be hope. Like a butterfly breaking free of its cocoon, one day you'll spread your wings and soar, revealing your own splendor!"
"It's hard. His parents still..."
The Old Village Chief suddenly stopped. He had almost forgotten that Lin Fan's background seemed much the same, no better than Little One's. He had never even met his parents.
Moreover, everything Lin Fan had achieved today had come through his own struggles.
"It's all right, Old Village Chief. Go on. We can't live in the past. I'm living quite freely now, and although Little Milk Hao has lost some things, doesn't he still have all of you caring for him?"
"As the saying goes: a day will come to ride the wind and cleave the waves; hoist cloudlike sails and cross the vast blue sea!"
Lin Fan smiled cheerfully, not bothered in the least. At the same time, he radiated an indescribable, soaring spirit and boundless charisma.
Shi Yunfeng froze for a moment. Even he, who had seen so much life and death, was swept up in it, the heavy atmosphere lifting away. Yet he hesitated again. "You're right, young Lin. Actually, I have a request..."
"It's about Little Milk Hao, isn't it?" Lin Fan asked.
The old man nodded. "Little One is very gifted, but