From the day he drew breath, Sheng Hanxu was cast aside.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOEhsv5xba7
Born of a Core Saintess, yet branded with a lone, dim petal—he was declared waste.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdkDdZW0HCs
The patriarch, Sheng Zhenwei, stripped him of even a name of honor, leaving only “Hanxu.”
Thus, the boy was thrown into the care of a poor collateral branch of the clan—the Fu Family.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzSIN4T3QNH
But they gave him no love. No warmth.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8ro4e8Zq4T
Only spoiled scraps and cold stares.
At five years old, he had already learned hunger as a companion. He begged for leftovers, gnawed on stale buns, and slept in a crumbling hut with a leaking roof. Yet, he never cursed his fate. He wished only once—that someone might smile at him, just once.
One day, after five days without food, he finally clutched a bun in his fragile hands. Before he could eat, the Fu heir struck him down, threw the bun into the dirt. With bloodied hands and tears in his eyes, Hanxu picked it back up. He wiped the dust with trembling fingers and whispered softly:
“Thank you… Heavens… for this meal.”
At eight years old, hunger drove him beyond the Fu estate.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq4SAwpHXbz
There, in a forest clearing, he saw a boy his own age—dressed in silk, trembling before a wild boar.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKCVOumylcA
Without thinking, Hanxu grabbed a stick and shouted, chasing the beast away.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ78W5PpmBpz
The boy fell to the ground, pale and crying.
Hanxu, exhausted and starving, simply turned to leave. But a soft hand caught his sleeve.
The boy—bright-eyed, smiling through tears—pulled him back and offered food.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRM4GQaZ7Cm
“I’m Huo Yulian,” he said cheerfully, “but you can call me Lánhào.”
Hanxu froze. That smile was the first given to him in all his life. His heart ached in confusion.
From that day forward, Yulian snuck food from the Huo Clan and brought it to the Fu’s broken courtyard.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwBp0SV2gl2
Every meal was shared, every laugh a warmth Hanxu had never known.
When the two turned twelve, their bond had deepened.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSu1j70gy4N
One night, beneath the moonlight, Yulian looked at Hanxu seriously:
“Why do you never laugh, Hanxu? From now on, you are not Hanxu—you are Hánzhèn. Cold truth. Because even when the world freezes you, your truth endures. Hánzhèn and Lánhào… life and death together.”
Then Yulian sang a childish poem, his voice carrying through the night air:
“The mountains are high, yet friendship climbs higher,70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7lzOKd4pDp
The rivers are deep, yet loyalty runs deeper.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxUPWikVYoD
Cold frost may bite, but warmth will not falter,70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2TeZd7szh4
Hánzhèn and Lánhào—together, forever.”
Hanxu, for the first time, smiled. A small, fragile smile—but a smile nonetheless.
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