Chapter 145 You've touched and seen my body

"You've touched and seen my body, so when you grow up, you have to marry me," the woman said, putting away her spoon and bowl.

Her gaze drifted off into the distance, filled with memories, uttering a sentence that seemed out of place in the current setting.

Yet, it struck a familiar chord in me, sending a meteor streaking through my mind, taking me back to when I was about 10 years old...

My parents had both passed away by the time I was just shy of ten, leaving me with nothing but a rickety little cabin in the woods.

My father had been a lumberjack, which meant our home was nestled deep in the forest.

There's an old saying, "In the city, no one asks about the poor; in the mountains, even distant relatives can be rich."

Our poverty meant that our relatives rarely made contact with us.

My mother died in a forest accident when I was very young, and my father raised me until he too passed away when I was nine.