Come to think of it, she was just like Orange Seat, both of them pitiful people without a home.
When those thoughts surfaced, a wave of sourness surged in He Beibei's heart.
Seeing how dejected He Beibei looked, He Tiantian couldn't help feeling a stab of pity.
Sigh, she was still just a teenaged kid.
In the novel worlds, she had lived life after life. In reality, even though He Tiantian was also a teenage girl, her heart was already that of a thousand-year-old old monster.
To her, He Beibei was basically a junior.
Besides, He Tiantian herself had once suffered cold violence, so she could deeply understand He Beibei.
It wasn't exactly shared misery, but He Tiantian did feel especially sorry for this poor child.
"I remember, Senior Ye Beixuan is your biological older brother?"
He Tiantian fell silent for a moment, then asked in a gentle voice.
He Beibei lifted her head and stared fixedly at He Tiantian.
