Oh my god! I've become the vicious female supporting character's brother.

He carefully scooped half a bucket of water with a ladle and poured it into a small white porcelain bowl beside him.

Only then did he hold the bowl carefully with trembling hands and drink from it in small sips.

Even though he was extremely thirsty, he still listened carefully to the movements around him.

At this time, Yu Xiangwan saw a man walking out of the bedroom, his eyes fixed on the small figure standing next to the water tank.

His eyes were hazy due to a hangover, but mixed with ruthlessness, and he suddenly spoke.

"What are you doing!"

The child shuddered all over and suddenly turned around, holding the bowl tightly in his hands. There were water stains on the corners of his cracked lips. His eyes were wide open as he looked at the man leaning against the door in horror.

I even forgot to breathe.

Yu Xiangwan knew what was going to happen next.

As he turned around, the man pulled out a belt from his waist and walked towards the child step by step.

The child will not hide, and the man will not let him go.

Sometimes there is no need for a reason to be beaten.

"dad……"

The child's voice was shaking like a sieve.

Yu Xiangwan walked towards the balcony, looking at the pouring sunlight and listening to the sound of a belt hitting his body behind him.

This should be a time travel, right?

This was the world of his previous life, and it was clearly not the same small world as the world of immortal cultivation.

No wonder Yu Hui wanted to provoke him. He was using his resentment to open up the world of his past life that was closely related to him.

Yu Hui asked him to come back. What did he want him to see?

In other words, what should Zhang Jingxue change?

Until the noise inside gradually died down.

Yu Xiangwan just walked into the room.

The child was covered in bruises and curled up on the ground, not daring to make a sound, but tears kept falling.

No matter how I wipe it, it keeps flowing. No matter how I wipe it, it keeps flowing, like a pool of living spring water, and I can't wipe it clean.

The child was crying so hard that he couldn't breathe, but he was afraid of making any noise and getting beaten again, so he just opened his mouth silently to breathe.

Yu Xiangwan had no expression.

He stayed with his childhood self like this, day after day, until he was seven years old.

Yu's father and mother finally couldn't stand the torture of each other and decided to divorce.

"I took your son away, and we don't even know whose bastard he is. Don't try to blame it on me." Yu's father said viciously.

"Isn't this your son? If it's a bastard, it must be yours. Let's go and do a paternity test!" Yu's mother was so angry that she pulled Yu's father out.

Seven-year-old Yu Xiangwan pressed his back against the cold wall, his eyes drooping, silent like a quail.

Yu's father used all his strength to shake off Yu's mother's hand, causing her to stumble.

Of course he knew that Yu Xiangwan was his child, he just didn't want this burden.

"Who knows if you and that doctor are having an affair? I've heard paternity tests can be faked."

"You! A coward! You only know how to bully others at home! Outside, you only know how to wag your tail and beg for mercy. You are worse than a dog! At home, you, a coward, pretend to be the emperor?!"

Yu's father was so angry that he wanted to hit Yu's mother. Yu's mother was not a pushover and she beat him with fists, kicks, and hair.

Seven-year-old Yu Xiangwan huddled in a corner, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.

The clanging sound filled the entire room, and even people passing by outside would look inside curiously from time to time.

But their neighbors have gotten used to it and are not surprised by it.

The two men fought back and forth, using whatever they could get their hands on to hit each other. Soon, both were injured.

At this time, Yu's father pushed Yu's mother to the ground and shouted loudly.

"Are you still leaving?"

"Leave! I don't want to live with you for even a second longer!"

As she spoke, her eyes became moist, but she was stubborn and didn't shed any shameful tears.

The ground was already a mess at this time.

The two of them packed up their things casually and then carried their bags to go out.

Before leaving, Yu's father glanced at little Yu Xiangwan standing in the corner.

"You're not leaving because you want me to invite you, right?"

Please, you can use a belt or a slap.

Seven-year-old Yu Xiangwan hurriedly followed.

Soon we arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau. The man wanted to mediate, but when he saw the bruises on Yu's father and mother's bodies, he suddenly stopped talking.

Don't let anyone try to reconcile them, and she will be the only one injured. That would be more trouble than it's worth.

But the questions that need to be asked still need to be asked.

"I see you have a son. Who is he with?"

"Follow him!"

"Follow her!"

in unison.

The child just stood there quietly, pursing his lips.

"We don't want anyone, we'll send him to an orphanage soon," said Yu's father.

The girl in charge of stamping was speechless. She looked at Yu's father, then at Yu's mother, and then spoke.

"Learn about the crime of abandonment."

Thanks to the intervention of the staff, Yu's parents failed to abandon the child.

So they communicated with each other and Yu Xiangwan would stay at Yu father's house this year and at Yu mother's house next year.

After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Yu's father and mother went their separate ways.

"Go home by yourself."

Seven-year-old Yu Xiangwan had no expression on his face and nodded obediently.

Along the way, there was a constant stream of cars, a bustling crowd of pedestrians, and a mixture of various sounds.

A child walking on the road looked out of place, as if something invisible isolated him from the world.

The hustle and bustle is other people's hustle and bustle, and the noise is also other people's noise, and has nothing to do with him.

Until you reach a corner.

People were coming and going on the noisy street corner, and the seven-year-old child stared at the transparent glass intently. There was a dazed look in his clear eyes, as if he was looking at someone, or at the void.

Yu Xiangwan followed his gaze.

I saw a little girl looking up and acting coquettishly with the young woman.

The adult refused at first, but he couldn't resist the little girl's soft words and finally softened his heart. He squatted down to look the little girl in the eye and gently scratched her small nose.

His eyes were full of doting, as if he was saying something. The little girl's eyes suddenly sparkled and she nodded repeatedly.

The woman gently took the little girl's hand and walked into the mall.

After a long time, the child looked away indifferently and walked towards home.

He guessed that what the woman had just said must have meant 'this won't happen again'.

The little girl nodded in assurance.

But in fact, everyone knows that when it comes to love, "never again" does not count.

Divorce did not make little Yu Xiangwan's life any easier.

But thankfully they don't slap me in the face.

This way he doesn't have to face the mocking, sarcastic or sympathetic looks of his peers at school.

During this period, he also reported x, but after all, they were his biological parents, and the main focus was on reconciliation. After the reconciliation, the outsider left, and there was no way of knowing what happened next.

Yu Xiangwan stayed with the child all the time. In fact, from an outsider's perspective, the small attic that had filled his space for more than ten years was no longer scary.

Even when belts and beer bottles hit him as a child, he didn't feel anything.

Yu Xiangwan knew that this was the real him.

He has always lacked sympathy for himself.

He stayed with me from the age of four to thirteen, and witnessed both my parents forming a new family.

She gave birth to his half-brother and half-sister.