She was like a piece of trash.
Her stomach rumbled again. The feeling of hunger was very uncomfortable, and the feeling of hunger was also very uncomfortable. The wind began to blow her hair, and also blew on her thin clothes.
The whistling wind would ring in her ears, and she didn’t know what kind of wails and howls were being translated.
What was she still waiting for?
What was she still waiting for?
For Lu Qin.
Or for Qin Xiaoyue.
It was impossible for them to stand up for her, and it was also impossible for them to resist old master Lu. It was even more impossible for them to take the risk of being chased out, to come out and care for her, to come out and feel sorry for her.
And it was only until this day that she realized that in this life, only her mother, who was no longer around, would feel sorry for her.
She did not blame Lu Qin, nor did she blame Qin Xiaoyue.
People were selfish. She understood.
