"That does seem to be the case."
Lying on a beach chair nearby in a bikini, Jiaye nodded thoughtfully, "But that's not entirely correct. Sword Without End wasn't born an orphan, his father died along the way, drank a sip of iced tea at the construction site and couldn't make it through; he died on the spot."
"I've heard a saying before."
Chen Yi, not sure what he was thinking of, casually took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, "There are two types of poor people who are the most likely to turn things around. Do you know which types they are?"
"The ones who endure hardships and work hard?"
"No, the first kind are those who are cold-blooded and heartless, and the second are orphans."
Jiaye blinked in confusion and swung her legs onto Chen Yi's beach chair, "Why is that?"
Then she took out a bottle of sunscreen from her bosom and passed it over.
"Could you help me apply the sunscreen?"
"Sure."