"Me? I'm just an ordinary person," Lin Fan replied with a dismissive smile.
"I don't believe it!" Qiu Ruohan retorted, tilting her delicate nose.
"I'm not lying to you. Everything I said is true! I was an orphan since I was a child, raised by an old man. He was strict but caring, and he gave me a home and a happy childhood."
Recalling those stories from his childhood, Lin Fan couldn't help but reveal a look of yearning in his eyes, a longing for the pure and untouched past that resided in his heart.
"When I was a kid, I often took my friends to the top of the mountain and pointed at the sun, saying, someday, I'll shoot you down! I once arrogantly believed the entire world was mine, that I was a god in this world."
"But the reality was much harsher than I imagined. In the environment we grew up in, we had to leave the mountain and live on our own once we came of age. I too was sent down the mountain by the old man at the age of eighteen!"
