"Speaking of which, do you not have any other relatives?"
Gu Tao's question seemed to touch on something the young girl was reluctant to discuss. She turned her head and looked out of the window through the car glass, silent. This cold demeanor, combined with her sharp profile, had the air of those aloof children described in books. Although she was still just a little girl, she would likely grow up to be the kind of aloof goddess only found in novels.
"These past years must not have been easy for you."
"It's all right."
"What's your name?"
"Yin Rong."
The girl didn't talk much, but she responded to most questions directly, which kept the situation from being awkward. Sometimes, though, her terse replies were so unexpected that they left you waiting for the second half, caught off guard when she didn't continue. It was truly a nightmare for those with obsessive-compulsive disorder, a brutal blow to the paranoid.
"Where did you get your clothes? They don't seem to fit at all."
