From the beginning of Ye Zhuo’s memory, she was a child without a home.
Standing on the busy street, she also longed for her parents to take her little hand and bring her home.
Her wish was very simple.
She had a small home.
A small home did not need to be luxurious, it could hide from the wind and rain.
She really did not want to continue wandering.
God knows how much she envied those children who had a home to return to.
One day, she saw a child of the same age standing on the street and arguing with her mother because of an interstellar car. At that time, she thought that if one day, she also had parents.., she would definitely not quarrel with her parents.
She would be a good girl.
That kind of feeling, perhaps only children who did not have a home would understand.
Because of these experiences, ye Zhuo was much more mature than other children her age.
Every day, she hoped that her parents would find her and bring her back.
