Meng Sihan saw the little girl being quite honest; he took a deep drag of his cigarette and didn't exhale for a long time.
The two of them sat in silence for a while. A hint of loneliness flitted across his eyes, and his voice was slightly ethereal. "Do you have parents?"
The man's words were utterly absurd.
Even upon hearing them, it gave one an offended feeling.
An Yin felt a bit uncomfortable inside and was about to rebuke when she saw the man looking up, his eyes puzzled, staring at the sky filled with dark clouds.
A thought crossed her mind; maybe the man's question wasn't meant with malice.
After contemplating for a moment, An Yin hesitated before speaking, "I only have my mom!"
The little girl's voice was like a gentle stream, soothing to the soul.
Meng Sihan could hear the sadness in her tone as she said this. He lowered his gaze and calmly asked, "Is your mom good to you?"
