"I never had a mother. Or a father, for that matter." Xue Yang shrugged his shoulders and wondered whether he cared. He remembered caring, once. He remembered crying over his finger and feeling like the loneliest person in the world. Since then he had gotten used to being lonely. No one had ever taken care of him so he needed no one. Then Meng Yao had started to care.

Interesting. "I'll call you xiao Yao then." He had no idea how old Meng Yao was, but he was certainly little. Even if he ate dumplings so eagerly, he doubted he was about to gain much weight. He kept on feeding him, alternating with feeding himself. "How about I don't let you go?"

There was a thought. "Then we won't be alone. Because you like me, yeah?"