Faced with this question, Jiang Yi indeed couldn't speak.
Zhu Ying let out a long sigh, leaning back against the chair behind her.
With her head tilted up, shedding all pretense, she spoke wearily: "I don't know if growing up smoothly is considered a kind of luck. I've undergone countless drug trials, and thankfully, the results were favorable, not excessively damaging my health. But they, having done too many heartless deeds, were eventually reported by the neighbors, and that's how we got rescued..."
Saying this, she smiled weakly: "Look, I've become an orphan again. Gradually, I grew to 15 years old... Abroad, no family was willing to adopt a child as old as me anymore. I barely survived on the charity of neighbors and local aid... Tell me, would you want a life like this?"
Jiang Yi remained silent.
She swallowed hard, feeling uncomfortable all over.
Zhu Ying's eyes were dull as she continued, "Later, I thought of one person, my only family in this world."
