"What a silly child, born to be wild! Every person is born to a mother and father..."
"I don't have parents, I'm an abandoned child. Since I was young, no one has loved or cared for me, so... hahaha, when I'm hurt, there's no one to console me when I cry, so I just stopped crying. Anyway, no one cares."
Yeh Mohan laughed, a trace of pity in his eyes, and pinched her little nose. "From now on, I'll care for you!"
"Really? Mohan, I'm so happy!" Ma Xiaoqiong smiled, a silly, genuine smile, suddenly feeling that even in this desert, she was happy.
Yeh Mohan gave a faint smile and didn't answer.
She knew he wouldn't answer her. His gaze was deep, and when he spoke to her, it was always intermittent, so she could guess that he wasn't interested in her topic, either distracted or simply uninterested. But she didn't mind. Like a little beggar carefully cherishing half a bun tucked in her bosom.
