Sincerity is always the ultimate skill.
Anyone could tell that Zhang Yuan wasn't joking; he genuinely wanted to take Liu Seventh Lady as his sister.
Liu Seventh Lady was no exception.
But she didn't respond to Zhang Yuan.
She just touched her face.
It was this ugly face that had made Liu Seventh Lady suffer years of discrimination and cold stares from others.
And Zhang Yuan's words stirred a difficult-to-describe sourness in her heart.
And warmth.
After a moment, she softly said, "My name is Liu Qiqi, the name given to me by my master."
"Sister Qiqi!"
At this moment, the group of children from earlier came running back.
And there were a few more with them.
Each child held a chipped porcelain or wooden bowl, eagerly stretching it toward Liu Seventh Lady.
"Don't rush, one at a time!"
Liu Seventh Lady deliberately put on a stern face and had the children line up.
Then she ladled porridge from the crock for them.
