The night enshrouded everything, the bright moon hung high in the sky!
Ye Feng still sat quietly on Li Qingshan's grave, next to him, a basket contained some food, which Xiao Cui had brought in the afternoon.
Looking up at the myriad of stars in the sky, Ye Feng finally snapped out of his reverie.
"Old man, I've learned some things about my origin..."
Ye Feng spoke to the gravestone as if conversing with that somewhat sleazy and yet kind old man.
Taking a pitch-black ring from his pocket, Ye Feng examined it carefully:
"This was the token of love between my parents, and I am just a bastard, an abandoned child, someone who should never have been born into this world!"
Ye Feng's words were laced with hostility, he had always harbored hopes about his parents and his origin.
But now that he knew he was just a discarded child, that sliver of hope was completely shattered, and he had absolutely no interest in that so-called colossal family!