"Hmm, you can understand it that way." Wuyou just casually explained to her, not planning to have her understand too many principles at such a young age, as that would take away a lot of her happiness.
He just didn't ask her why she was asking that kind of question.
He also didn't know that that day she met a boy who was crying very sadly.
As she grew older, the innocent and joyful Wushuang seemed to have her own secrets.
The meticulous Wuyou was overly rational, thinking that it was just a manifestation of her growing up, and didn't care too much.
After all, everyone has secrets, some big, some small, and all of them are bizarre.
Time quietly flowed by this way, and Wuyou thought that he and Wushuang would simply live happily in the castle, always just the two of them, without the emergence of a third person.
But in the year he turned fourteen, he realized everything was not as he imagined.
