"Oh right, don't just talk about me, what about you? I've already told you so many things, and you want to tell me some of your past as well.

"Me? "What is there to say." Zorn lowered his eyes and stared at the glint of rice as his mind wandered.

Yes, the events of her youth, what was there to say, were all grey fragments, except for the turning point in meeting her.

"I already told you so much. If it's not a fair deal, I'll be angry!" Mu Mu Mu stretched out his two claws and pinched his face.

"I almost forgot …" Zorn decided to play the rascal to the end.

"I don't care! "Tell me about your time at the orphanage. Actually, I'm quite curious about it."

Wood winked at him and decided to dig for cover. Private paparazzi spirit.

"This... In fact, there's a loft in the orphanage where I've lived since I was two years old. "

"The attic?"

"Yes, it's a very spacious attic, and I live alone."

Zorn smiled. His throat was low and heavy. Listening carefully, he felt that his voice was very hoarse. In fact, he didn't want to recall them because those childhood memories were full of scars.

It was indeed a very big and spacious building.

Living alone was because he had been out of repair for a long time, and also because he was living in a dilapidated, dangerous building.

It was a dangerous looking building in the backyard of the wasteland. When the wind blew through the broken glass window, there was only desolation and desolation …

The wind whistled and the building shook in response.

Because it could collapse at any moment, no one wanted to live inside it.

He was an unknown person, and for the sake of everyone's safety, it was natural for him to stay away from the crowd.

because it would save the orphanage the cost of a bed.

"That would be very lonely."

Wood would not be happy because of the "very big and spacious" thing he said.

When one speaks such indifferent words in a given environment, one either conceals the sorrow well, or because one has been hurt, one can only choose the place where one sees the "merits".

That was because it was too bitter, so he chose to remain calm.

Alone? Zuen's heart was filled with waves, and his beauty rose.

The reason for this connection was that they encountered the same thing.

Who said we knew each other because we were all lonely children?

In the orphanage, they had been dependent on each other. They had met in the most difficult times in life, and from then on, their fates were linked, and they were each other's lives.

"Actually, I'm not that lonely. I mean, the attic used to be a big library with a lot of books inside. There's a godfather who comes to see me every now and then and teaches me a lot of things. "

"A lot of books?"

Zuo En mocked himself and thought, yes, there are many books, some old books from who knows how many centuries ago. At that time, there was no bed, so he had to make the book into a bed.