Parents.
Such unfamiliar words.
Ran Xiangsi couldn't remember much before she was four years old.
She could occasionally vaguely recall the harsh words of that tall man, his indifferent back, and the fragile woman who cried all day, melancholic and silent.
This was Ran Xiangsi's entire impression of her parents.
After she turned four, her parents were gone, and she didn't feel particularly sad about it.
Until Ran Xiangsi started kindergarten.
After school, other kids had their parents to pick them up, while she only had the nanny who looked after her.
Other kids went to amusement parks with their parents, but she could only stand far away and watch for a while.
Many kids isolated her, not playing with her, saying she was a child abandoned by her parents.
At first, she felt sad, but eventually, she simply stopped playing with the other kids.
Ran Xiangsi always preferred being alone, not having many friends, and doing everything by herself.
