"My past was pretty boring, nothing exciting about it!" Yang Shaolun said as he sat down, recalling the last thirty years of his life. There really wasn't anything worth telling.

"Even if it's not exciting, I'd still love to hear about it. Tell me about your childhood; everyone misses their childhood." Whenever Lin Haihai recalled her childhood, she felt happy but also sad that she could never return to those days.

Yang Shaolun thought for a moment. "When I was young, my happiest memories were Imperial Father's praises. He was a very serious person and had very high expectations for me. He would get angry if I couldn't perfectly accomplish the task he asked of me. Based on what I could recall, he’d only ever praised me twice."

Lin Haihai looked at him with sympathy. She put her hands in his and squeezed. 

Yang Shaolun continued, "I was ten the first time he praised me. At that time, he was testing my martial art skills and my archery skills. I ended up meeting all his expectations. He patted my head and said good job appreciatively. Even though it was only a couple words, I was so happy that I didn't sleep for a couple nights."

He sounded lonely, as if he was recounting...