Xi Luan was clever and beautiful from a young age, and came from a wealthy family. Even in the apocalypse, he was his parents’ precious darling, living like a pampered young master with everything he needed.
But his happy life came to an abrupt end when he was five. From the apple of his parents’ eye, Xi Luan became a child left to fend for himself, entering an orphanage in the apocalyptic world before he was even six.
The children in the orphanage were left unsupervised, and the worst of human nature ran rampant. At the time, Xi Luan looked like a delicate little beauty, fragile as a glass lamp, but beneath that appearance lay a stubborn, unyielding streak.
In the end, everyone who tried to bully him was frightened off by his reckless fighting style. Xi Luan spent three years in that orphanage, where there was never enough to eat or warm enough to wear.
At eight years old, Xi Luan never expected to meet a kind-hearted god of his own that winter.
