"Qiann Yan, where are you going so early?" Luoo Cheng saw Qiann Yan about to head out and quickly inquired.
Qiann Yan stopped in her tracks: "To the garbage site. Doing nothing at home will starve me to death."
As she said this, she glanced meaningfully at Luoo Cheng.
Luoo Cheng's mind suddenly cleared up. Looking at the small, frail figure at the doorway, his face was full of guilt.
His eyes were red, and he quickly covered his face: "It's all because I'm useless that you've suffered so much."
"You really are quite useless," Qiann Yan responded.
Only the naive and kind original self would try to comfort such a useless coward. And that original self had long since been smothered by Luoo Cheng himself.
Luoo Cheng stood there in shock, letting go of his hands, and one could see a trace of surprise in his eyes. Perhaps he didn't expect Qiann Yan not to comfort him.
Qiann Yan couldn't be bothered with this waste, took her tools, and walked away.
