When a wealthy family came to the orphanage to choose a child, they wavered between me and Cheng Yun.
A barrage of comments scrolled before my eyes:
[The female supporting character is about to start acting pitiful again so she can get adopted.]
[Even if she does get adopted, she’ll just be abandoned later anyway.]
[She’ll spend her whole life hated by everyone, chasing what she can never have. Just another girl obsessed with competing against other girls.]
I silently lowered my head.
Because the “female supporting character” they were talking about was me.
Suddenly, two figures loomed over me.
A Northeastern couple who had never been mentioned in the plot looked down at me, their faces lighting up with surprise.
“Oh my goodness, look at this pretty little thing!”
“Sweetheart, your uncle and auntie are having pork and glass noodle stew at home today. Smells amazing. Wanna come back with us and have some?”
