The man in the live stream spoke very slowly.

"My name is Xu Yiran. When I was born, my family was considered wealthy. My parents were loving, and our family was harmonious. My biggest worry every day was probably how to wake up 5 minutes later in the morning."

"It wasn't until the winter break of my third grade in elementary school that day. My parents originally wanted to rest at home, but I kept insisting on going to the amusement park."

"I remember, it was snowing heavily that day."

"When my dad was driving past an intersection, a truck ran a red light and came straight at us. The accident was very serious. Perhaps some of you in the live stream may have seen the news reports from back then, ten dead and seven injured."

At this point, Xu Yiran slowly exhaled, calmed his emotions, and then continued.

"My parents were two of those ten who died."

"After my parents passed away, none of our relatives wanted to take care of me. In the end, I was sent to an orphanage. There, I met someone. If it weren't for her appearance, I might be working on a construction site now, or maybe I would have become a homeless person, or perhaps I would have been lying dead on the street long ago."

As he spoke, my memories, following his every word, returned to twenty years ago.

I remember the first time I saw Xu Yiran, he was just a 9-year-old boy with a shaved head. Of course, I, one year younger than him, was even smaller than him.

At that time, his parents had just passed away. Having experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships too early, he always had a gloomy look and was particularly prone to conflicts with others. Almost no child in the orphanage was willing to play with him.

"To me, she is the most important person in my life."