What the old man said were considered just passing words he spoke to a child. He would never know that those exact words had imprinted onto her mind and become a reality sometime in the future. However, that was another memory for another time. In that moment, all she remembered was how those words were etched into her heart carefully. To have a home and warm bed with a little food was a heaven she could not imagine.
Her little feet were stretched out in front of her in an attempt to get closer to the heat. She tried pressing her feet against the bin but quickly took her feat back from the slight sting. It was too hot for her to touch and she was too short to be close to the flame itself, she just had to settle for the distance she was sitting in.
This scene was hard to write and I feel very bad for baby Ying Yue :( ALSO feeling slightly demotivated by the decrease in comments and stats of the book. Please comment to let me know the chapters are being read!!
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