Burned by boiling water?
Upon hearing this, Ni Yang's heart clenched tightly.
What kind of family would allow their son to scald their daughter's face?
"Did it hurt?" Ni Yang asked.
Qian Zhaodi shook her head, "It hurt at first, but then it stopped." She had suffered so much at such a young age, this pain was nothing in comparison.
Ni Yang let out a soft sigh and handed her the braised pork she had just bought, "Take this."
The aroma of the braised pork seemed to permeate into Qian Zhaodi's nostrils as she gulped, "Sister, is this meat?"
Ni Yang nodded, "Yes, it's meat."
"Sister, are you giving me all this meat?" Qian Zhaodi asked, somewhat uncertain.
"Mmm."
"Thank you, sister." A smile bloomed at the corner of Qian Zhaodi's mouth.
"Don't mention it." Ni Yang reached out to caress her head, "By the way, little sister, what's your name?"
"My name is Qian Zhaodi."
Qian Zhaodi.
Just from her name, one could tell how much her parents devalued girls in favor of boys.
