"Every time she came, she would use small stones to trick me out of my pastries and candies. I didn't really like those things, so I gave them to her."
"How old were you then?"
Yaen Chi paused internally to recall Bo Yanching's age at that time and matched it with that of the child, "She wouldn't still be wearing diapers, would she?"
"Probably two or three years old."
Yaen Chi asked, "What happened afterward? Did you go back to look for her, or was she adopted by someone else?"
Bo Yanching's eyes deepened with understanding, "The orphanage caught fire, burned down completely, and she also died in that fire."
"Tsk." Yaen Chi sighed at the uncertainties of life, "And you've kept those useless stones all this time, aren't you afraid Jiaojiao will get mad?"
