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"Uncle!" Don't touch her head! "He won't be too tall!"

Even though her hands were very warm, but due to her height, Xu Ying still pouted and protested at Yang Zhi's brutality.

"You little girl, do you look that tall?"

Yang Zhi did not care about Xu Ying's protest, as though it was on purpose. He rubbed with one hand, and then changed his other hand.

Xu Ying stretched out her two slender arms, attempting to stop Yang Zhi's violence. However, she was a delicate girl, so how could she be a match for Yang Zhi?

"No one wants a girl that doesn't grow up!"

The little girl, who felt extremely helpless, was already sobbing. She put down her two useless arms, as if she had already resigned herself to her fate as she drooped her body. Her little nose twitched a little.

"How would no one want it!"

Yang Zhi mumbled in confusion, and then saw the crying face of the little girl under his arm, and his heart trembled.

In the end, Xu Ying was only a sixteen year old child. Could her parents have coaxed her like this before?

That was the naive thought that had been left in her mind.

Thinking about Xu Ying's parents who had passed away, Yang Zhi's heart felt like it was being grabbed, and he slowly let go of her big hand that was purposely giving her trouble, only to find that Xu Ying had already lowered her head, her shoulders were heaving and sobbing, and was pouting her lips in protest at Yang Zhi's actions just now.

Yang Zhi opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he realized that he could not say anything comforting.

Therefore, he lowered his body slightly as both of his hands held onto Xu Ying's face. Under Xu Ying's ineffable panic, he pressed his forehead against her small head, and looked at her starry eyes that were in a state of panic. Yang Zhi sighed slightly as his eyelashes constantly twitched.

"I wish that no one would want you. In that case, you can only stay by my side."

Yang Zhi looked at Xu Ying and said seriously.

This moment of gentleness had already knocked against Xu Ying's flustered heart, but in the next moment, that face that she loved and hated grew closer and closer.

The pink little room was filled with traces of warmth, and time seemed to stop at this moment. Whether it was Yang Zhi or Xu Ying, both of their eyes clearly reflected the other party's appearance, and the breathing that passed through their ears gradually became hurried. Faintly, there were some thumping sounds as well, and it was unknown if it was her or his or their heartbeats.

The two people who were fighting could clearly feel each other's breathing, and warmth gradually came from their palms. From the corner of Yang Zhi's eyes, she could see that her cheeks were burning hot where his big hands were holding them, and they were turning more and more red, redder and redder.

Yang Zhi chuckled, he released his hands and stood up from his squatting position: "Alright, take a look at the things that are missing in the room, if you need anything tell me, I'll buy them for you."

Yang Zhi, who was the first to break the silence, looked around at the decorations in the room, her back facing the door, while Xu Ying stared blankly at Yang Zhi's back, and only reacted after a long while.

"Should... There shouldn't be anything... "This place is already very good …"

Xu Ying stammered, but did not dare to look at Yang Zhi. She slightly lowered her head, and used her two small white hands to hold onto her skirt with all her might.

Yang Zhi smiled slightly: "Then I'll go take a look at my room."

Without waiting for Xu Ying's reply, Yang Zhi quickly left her room.

Looking at Yang Zhi's back as she left anxiously, Xu Ying sat on the side of the bed with her pink cherry lips opened and closed a few times, but was still unable to speak in the end. When Yang Zhi's figure disappeared, the little girl let out a sigh of relief, and looked at the door as she muttered to herself, "Uncle …."

This little girl really wanted to die. She was only sixteen years old, but she was already as delicate and attractive as an apple. If she waited another two years, she would become another enchanting beauty that would bring calamity to the nation.

Then, Yang Zhi thought about Xu Ying's background and that day when he had first met the little girl. Such a lonely girl, if not for him, she would have probably fallen into poverty.

Leaning on Xu Ying's door, Yang Zhi let out a long breath, then slowly walked to the opposite room.

It was a master bedroom with modern decorations, and was slightly larger than Xu Ying's. The furnishings and furniture in the room were mainly made of white and silver, and were beautifully decorated, but Yang Zhi did not have the slightest interest in it. He only took a casual glance at the bedroom, and arrived at the small balcony that the bedroom brought itself.

There was a small white round table and two small chairs made of silver metal. On the table, there was a basin of Narcissus.

It was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, not the season for daffodils to bloom.

Yang Zhi slowly sat down, carrying a few things in his heart.

Xu Ying's background made him think of herself. Even though the little girl had a ferocious stepmother and a father who was busy with work and rarely saw her, at least Xu Ying had a happy and happy family.

But what about himself?

Yang Zhi could not help but feel empty in his heart, as though something had been taken away. He looked around and saw that this villa was now his home, but he still had an old home in his heart.

Yang Zhi was also an orphan, but he did not come from an orphanage. He personally saw his father disappear into thin air, leaving himself alone in the small courtyard.

"That man... "Still not back yet …"

Yang Zhi muttered, sighed, he laid on the chair, looked at the blue sky, and thought back to the past.

Yang Zhi had been relying on this so-called 'father' since he was young, but his father was a complete scoundrel. Furthermore, when he was fourteen years old and went to high school that year, he had disappeared without a trace. The muddle-headed Yang Zhi had gotten into trouble at the age of sixteen. After returning home, he had also returned to that small courtyard in the village of Red Sea City, but it was already filled with dust and spiderwebs. No one had returned for the past six years.

"Brother Zhi."

A call sounded out from behind him. Yang Zhi turned around and saw that Chen Ce was standing behind him.

Yang Zhi's eyelids jumped, his mind was still worried about the courtyard that contained his few childhood memories. He kept having the feeling that something was waiting for him there, so he softly said to Chen Ce: "Do you remember the little courtyard I brought you guys to when I came back?"

"The village in Red Sea City?"

Chen Ce asked.

"Yes."

Yang Zhi nodded his head, and said: "Bring a group of people with you to take a look. I have always felt that the small courtyard might be hiding the secret of my origins."

Chen Ce's heart froze for a moment before he replied, "Okay, Brother Zhi, I will go and arrange some people for you."