"My stepmother harbored deep resentment toward my stepfather, so she often took it out on me. Whenever she didn't like the look of me, she would lock me up in the attic, and I would be there all night."
Nan'an spoke quietly, her eyes staring ahead, but her gaze was hollow. It seemed like she was reminiscing, yet it also felt like she was recounting something very ordinary, with no trace of emotion evident.
Seeing Nan'an like this made Mu Xingfeng's heart ache. Instinctively, he extended his arm and gently encircled her. Nan'an didn't pull away, seeming to still be lost in her memories.
"Later on, my grandmother couldn't bear to see it anymore, so she brought me to the countryside. You know how dark it gets at night in the countryside. Once it got dark, I wouldn't dare go outside. My grandmother, having nothing else to do, would tell me stories. Can you guess what kind of stories she told?"
