Chapter 293: The Mushroom-Picking Girl!

The little girl was held tightly by Tang Ye as she desperately struggled, flailing, scratching, and biting, using every means possible to escape. She cried so hard she forgot to call for help. She might have, but in the local dialect, which Tang Ye couldn't understand.

Tang Ye looked at the terrified little girl and felt even more heartache. Even though the girl's clothes were plain and washed to the point of fading, and her cloth shoes were split and unraveled, she had an aura of purity, like that of a secluded fairy child untainted by the world. Such children always provoked a special kind of pity, especially when it was a little girl.