"THE boy had loving parents. They lived in a simple two-bedroom apartment. They weren't rich, but they weren't poor either. The parents gave all their love to the boy, and their apartment was always filled with laughter and joy. But it didn't last. When the boy was four, his parents died in a car accident."
Luo Yan had to pause for a moment. He couldn't remember much of his parents anymore, but the memory of losing them still hurt. It never really went away, no matter how many good memories he had made since then.
"No relatives wanted to take the boy in. Some of them even fought over his parents' meager belongings. In the end, the boy was sent to an orphanage. He barely understood what was happening. He was confused, alone, and scared. Being the new kid, the older children tormented him. They took his food, pushed him around, and made fun of him whenever they could. All the boy could do was cry.
