Truth be told, the family had moved next to his house over a year ago, but Yang Ge had hardly seen the sisters from the Xie Family, as most of the time it was the younger girl chattering like a warbler, making conversation with him.
Even so, Yang Ge could still tell that she had become much thinner, her hair, which should have been shiny and black, now looked yellowish and wilted against the backdrop of the snow...
A family where the dead died missing bodies, and the living were worse off than dead.
Was wealth and glory really that important?
Yang Ge sighed softly to himself and said warmly, "Miss Xie, forgive my forwardness in our brief acquaintance, but life is short. You might consider being more open-minded. No matter how others see you, as long as you are true to yourself, you are pure."
As soon as he said the word "Xie," both sisters shuddered.
The carefree smile on the little girl's face vanished in an instant...
