"Younger Uncle?"
Qin Yan rubbed her eyes as she woke, still drowsy.
"What's wrong?"
She wrapped her arms around Younger Uncle's neck and nuzzled him affectionately.
Yet at her question, this usually aloof, quiet man's eyes suddenly reddened. He held Qin Yan tightly and began to cry.
Qin Yan was stunned.
Feeling Younger Uncle's warm tears fall onto her neck, the little girl was utterly at a loss.
She had always thought Younger Uncle's earlier inability to distinguish friend from foe, and the sorrow that surrounded him, were because of the poison and that damned curse.
But now... that didn't seem to be the case.
Qin Yan didn't know how to comfort Younger Uncle. She could only clumsily wipe his tears with her chubby little hands.
"Don't cry. Uncle, don't cry."
Fu Nanshan held the tiny child in his arms, his body bent over as he cried until he could barely breathe.
The missing stretch of his memory kept flashing through his mind.
At seven, he had been kidnapped at school.
His mother had chased after him with everything she had, only to be taken away by the kidnappers too.
On that stormy night, she had shielded little Fu Nanshan as the kidnappers beat her.
To threaten his father, the kidnappers had intended to chop off his fingers, but his mother had thrown herself forward to block them.
That frail woman had used her far-from-imposing body to protect him, holding him securely even as she died.
Son, run. Don't stop. Your father will come save us.
Don't worry. Mommy's fine. Mommy will come find you.
Don't be afraid...
But in the end, neither of them had escaped that day.
He had witnessed his mother's death with his own eyes.
That was also the moment he had gone mad and developed