What a sensible child she was, reminding her of Xiao Xiao who had wandered with her in her previous life.
"What's your name?"
"My surname is Liu, and my nickname is Yaya, I'm ten years old this year."
Ten years old? Good heavens, she looked only seven or eight; she hadn't realized she was already ten.
How has poverty twisted such a young child?
"Where are your parents? Why is it just you and your grandma depending on each other?"
Yaya quickly bowed her head, her voice choked, "Four years ago, my grandfather, sister, and brother died from the plague. Two years ago, my parents and brother died from famine. Now, it's just my grandma and me left, but my grandma is also close to passing away. What will I do in the future?"
"There was an epidemic four years ago, and there was even a famine two years ago?"
As she blurted it out, Yaya lifted her head, wiped her tears, and nodded at her.
