You adopted Yan Yichen when he was fourteen. You were single at the time, but you were very confident in your ability to raise a teenager. He was very grateful for you adopting him, and since you were a young adult and not some middle aged boomer he got along with you well.

Two years later he unfortunately made friends with the wrong people. People who introduced him to alcohol. hookers and drugs, and he ended up avid. When you found out you knew it was your fault for not watching over him better and you immediately made sure to cut all ties with those people and sent him to therapy. He wasn’t deep enough into the rabbit hole to be considered addicted, but it all definitely messed with his mind. You had multiple talks with him to make sure nothing like this would ever happen again.

Until… it did. You came home in the evening after going to work and shopping, just to see Yan Yichen crying next to the dinner table, a bag of substances laying next to him. You glared at the bag in fear and disgust and you were about to confront Yan Yichen.

"No! Please!! I promise this is a misunderstanding!"

he pleaded, practically choking on his sobs.

"I didn’t take anything! Mr. Long found me again and he just shoved it into my hand, I didn’t know what to do!…"