Xu Quexing was only 8 years old when Pei Yu rescued him.
Lifting the boy's blood-stained chin with cold fingertips, Pei Yu squatted down in the bloody smell, and his voice brushed his ears:
"Want to live?"
Eight-year-old Xu Quexing didn't cry, his pupils were welded into Pei Yu's dark pupils - like a hungry wolf grabbing the first beam of light, even if it was the reflection of the abyss.
"From today on, your name is Pei Que."
"And I am your father, Pei Yu."
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