"This girl, I heard you voluntarily sold yourself to come here?"
"Yes! My family is poor, we're almost out of food, and my father is seriously ill in bed, waiting for silver to save his life! There's really no other way." Long Yi, looking pitiful and tragic, picked up the handkerchief in his hand and lightly wiped away nonexistent tears.
"All are pitiable people."
Madam Wang sat up from the Noble Consort Chair, looking at Long Yi with compassion: "Is it worth sacrificing your own happiness for your family?"
The girl in front of her reminded her of her own life story. They were both doing it for their families, yet she was twice sold into the brothel by her own mother.
Thinking about this, her own life seemed much more tragic than the girl in front of her; at least she came voluntarily to save her father, whereas she had been pushed into the fire pit by her own mother.
