An Xiaoyu sighed when she heard Yege say that and lay down beside her.
"Honestly, I've had the same thought before!"
Yege suddenly sat up, surprised, and looked down at An Xiaoyu.
"What, you too?"
"Yes," An Xiaoyu nodded, "When I was four, my parents divorced, and I grew up with my dad. When I was nine, my dad died in line of duty, and later, my mom brought me to another family. In that home, there was a stepfather and a brother and a sister."
Yege looked at An Xiaoyu, listening to her gently tell her own story, shocked beyond measure.
She couldn't believe An Xiaoyu had such a bleak childhood.
"How were your stepfather, brother, and sister towards you?"
An Xiaoyu stared at the ceiling and cracked a wry smile.
