"Later, with the help of my mother, I left Penglai Immortal Island and came to the secular world..."
Xu Ying choked up as he recounted his past torments, his eyes red and swollen, tears already blurring his face.
Yang Luo's face had already darkened to the extreme, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as if dark clouds were brewing within them.
He could never have imagined Xu Ying's life had been so tragic!
From childhood, he endured cold stares, insults, ridicule, laughter, and bullying!
Even his father was the same, not only neglecting to care for him or protect him, but also beating and scolding him!
He had no home to return to, no vendetta he could pursue, nor could he meet with his own mother!
How bitter Xu Ying's heart must have been!
It's unimaginable how Xu Ying managed to survive all these years!
The traumas of his childhood must have been like a never-ending nightmare, constantly haunting him!
No wonder Xu Ying had always been so taciturn.