The cost of adopting us

The nineteen-year-old boy Yan Sui was born small and frail, always silent and reticent, standing anywhere like a breathing shadow. He never fit in at the orphanage, until the couple Chi Yuan and Chi Mu appeared. The two were impeccably dressed, but deep in their eyes lurked a focus that sent chills down one’s spine. The adoption process was wrapped up with unnatural speed. In that mansion, a blue room had been prepared just for him, along with an affection he could not refuse. On his very first day in his new home, Yan Sui sensed with sharp clarity that once this door closed behind him, certain doctrines were waiting to be branded into his very bones.