Mu Ming knew from an early age that his identity was special.
No matter who it was, being brought back to a strange family at the age of eight, they would know what it was about.
The first time he saw his sister, who shared his bloodline, was also the last time before he became an adult.
His father brought him home, and he saw the cold eyes of that girl looking at him and his father.
Her mother stood by, looking at him with utter despair.
No hysteria, no crazy revenge.
Father and his legitimate wife, just peacefully divorced.
At that time, Mu Ming understood that his identity was not honorable.
The first time he saw K was when she stood quietly, being led away from the Mu Family by his silently crying mother.
As she left, she turned to look at them.
Mu Ming, still young then, could not describe that look, only knowing it made him extremely uncomfortable.
He only understood after growing up that K, besides hatred and disgust, had more ridicule in her eyes.
