The nap was short. Qin Nuo lay on the desk, just resting for a moment before waking up.

Although he had no memories from his childhood, a familiar feeling always surged in his heart. Looking at the scene filled with childhood memories, Qin Nuo seemed to recall his younger self, playing with classmates in the classroom, and being accompanied home by his parents after school.

He wasn't an orphan, growing up in loneliness.

Did he really have parents?