"..." Xiao Yi ultimately said nothing and stood up, running away from there.
"Ah... wait..."
Xiao Yi's birth mother reached out her hand... but quickly withdrew it.
She was a kind person, so she would care for the child in front of her, but to her, it was after all just a strange child.
She naturally didn't pursue, merely muttering, "What a peculiar child," before taking her favorite daughter's hand and leaving.
Then, alone, Xiao Yi forcefully pushed through the layers of crowds pressing together.
Those people were not alone; they had each other's companionship, and their faces bore happy smiles.
Yet that caused Xiao Yi pain.
Amidst so many people, only he was alone; he was so conspicuous.
So, he wanted to escape from there, to flee to a desolate place, where his loneliness wouldn't be as noticeable.
"Ha... ha..."
Finally, Xiao Yi escaped the crowd, arriving at a pitch-dark place with no signs of life, gasping heavily.
