In the blink of an eye, six years had passed.
During that time, much had happened, both big and small, including the time Lanyue went on a hunger strike, demanding a name change. But no matter what, the three siblings continued to rely on each other as always.
In those six years, Ting Yang and his younger siblings had stayed with numerous relatives.
At times, they only stayed for three months before being taken in by another household, and on the longest stretch, they lived with a distant relative for a year.
There had been so many homes, but never had any family truly adopted them.
Even now, it was the same.
"Ting Yang, your uncle was recently fired by his boss, and I don't have a job either. It's really quite difficult for us to make ends meet..." The woman's evasive eyes revealed a hint of embarrassment as she stumbled over her words.
Ting Yang had heard similar phrases countless times in other homes.
Without asking, he knew what the woman was about to say next.