318 The Artist, a Bit Emotional

"After that, the story of how I grew up is not too notable. You already know all the interesting highlights, like getting Mimi, anyways," Zixu explained.

Yujia blinked. Hearing his story made her wordless. She thought her childhood was bad. Yet in comparison to what Zixu went through, what could she complain about?

"You were… so young, when that happened," she whispered.

"For the better, I suppose. I had time to process things. I had time to move on," he replied quietly.

"Yet…" her voice trailed off. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes and she looked up, blinking repeatedly in an attempt to stop then from falling. When she looked back down, she glanced over at Zixu, who was staring at her with wide eyes. She immediately reached a hand up to wipe her eyes, sniffling her nose once before saying, "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm crying. It's just—"