Xu Yiran looked calmly into the camera, paying no attention to the barrage of comments rushing in.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and touched the metal necklace hanging on his neck, with the pendant in the shape of a moon.

"This was the first birthday gift she gave me, and I've been wearing it since I was 10 years old."

His tone was so gentle, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes: "She told me that she was abandoned at the doorstep of an orphanage right after she was born. She grew up in the orphanage since she was little, looking like a short and thin little girl, but turned out to be the notorious little tyrant of the orphanage."

"At that time, my parents had just passed away, and no relatives were willing to adopt me. I became extremely radical, often getting into conflicts with other children in the orphanage, cursing, throwing dishes, fighting, and causing trouble whenever someone annoyed me."

"A few boys finally got fed up with me and gave me a good beating in the restroom, making my mouth and nose bleed."

"That's when she appeared, wearing an old but exceptionally clean white sweater washed by the orphanage teachers, just like Ultraman we used to watch when we were kids, she kicked the door open and rushed in."

As he spoke, Xu Yiran suddenly chuckled.

"At that time, I was thinking, this little girl, her thighs are not as thick as the arms of those boys, yet she dared to come and rescue me. She might as well get a beating too. But guess what? The boys who were just showing off a moment ago immediately changed their faces when they saw her, calling her 'sister' one after another, even though they were all older than her. They all became obedient."

"Later, I found out that as the only girl who grew up in the orphanage, she was as bright and cheerful as a little sun since childhood. She was favored by everyone from the headmaster and teachers to the cafeteria aunt and the gatekeeper. Naturally, all the children in the orphanage looked up to her, and no one dared to confront her."

"That day, she helped me up from the cold tiled floor of the restroom, supported me laboriously to the infirmary to bandage my wounds. Although she kept a straight face and didn't speak the whole time, the worry in her eyes couldn't be hidden. She was the first person to truly worry about me after my parents passed away."

Glancing at the barrage of comments, Xu Yiran chuckled again.

"Nestling syndrome? Fine, let's call it nestling syndrome."

"The next day, she announced in front of all the children in the orphanage that from now on, I was under her protection."

Perhaps recalling the past, the grim expression on Xu Yiran's face suddenly disappeared.

He had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were red, with a hint of tears shimmering, his voice hoarse as he asked:

"Xi Jie, you said you would protect me, why did you leave me so early?"