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"Sister, you've never experienced poverty, you don't understand. Poverty is a shameful thing."
Tears welled up in Mai Duoduo's beautiful eyes, "Before, because of poverty, I had no one to rely on, everywhere I turned I would see people's disdainful looks, being despised. When people saw me, it was as if they saw a thief, no one wanted to be with me, as if poverty was a contagious disease that I could spread."
Hearing this, Mai Xiaomai's heart ached.
She stretched out her hand to embrace Duoduo, "I'm sorry, Duoduo, I've neglected these things."
"Sister—"
Mai Duoduo, looking up with tearful eyes, sincerely said to her, "It was you who gave me the dignity of life, and I am very grateful to you. These mistakes were due to my momentary vanity clouding my vision; I won't do that again. I won't covet the things others give me anymore."
"Duoduo, tell me, who gave you these clothes and shoes? I'll pay them back in money."
"Sister, it wasn't just one person."
