Huang Ying looked at Qin Yi apologetically, "Big brother, don't mind him. Little Rice Ball was just talking nonsense."
Huang Ying felt a little apprehensive. She was afraid that Qin Yi would think that she made Little Rice Ball say that, and she didn't want to leave a stain in Qin Yi's heart.
"Big sister," Little Rice Ball lowered his head sadly. He knew that his request was a little too much, but he really didn't want to stay in this village anymore.
Their parents had died a few years ago, leaving him and his sister to struggle alone. He was young and could not help at all, his sister practically raising him alone.
Being fatherless and motherless, their lives in the village was very difficult. Everyone could bully them and vent their anger out on them when they were upset. They were covered in bruises every day but didn't dare to speak up.
