"Choo-lee, choo-lee..." The little girl sobbed, tears streaming down her face, chokingly she said:
"I hate my parents... They offered me to the Dynasty Royal Family... They enjoy wealth and status themselves... They don't care about me at all... I hate them... Wuu Wuu Wuu... I don't want to live anymore... I don't want to keep living like this..."
Noland Lee reached into his backpack's folding space and took out bottles and cans, writing:
"Don't cry, I've got some good food and drinks here. Help yourself. I need to think for a while."
The little girl stared at the canned food and drinks on the ground with her watery black eyes. Her body was still trembling with emotion, but she was better than before.
She glanced at the canned food on the ground and timidly looked at Noland Lee, as if afraid that this was a trap baited with food and drink.
