Zhu Ying murmured, "Yeah, at that time we were only five years old, and so many young couples liked my sister. Despite having the exact same face, why didn't they choose me?"
Perhaps Auntie Zhao detected the underlying meaning in Zhu Ying's words, thinking she had touched upon Zhu Ying's self-esteem, she quickly said, "Actually, it's not that. It's just that your sister was too honest among the children in the orphanage. Parents of that era either liked lively kids or preferred those who were steady. But think about it, the children in the orphanage didn't even have enough to eat, each one was quite self-conscious, so there weren't any with lively personalities, hence she became the first choice."
Zhu Ying's smile was faint.
In fact, although Zhu Ying was young in the orphanage, she was the leader among the children.
Upon arriving at the orphanage, she snatched a doll from the hands of a six-year-old girl.
