Gu Qingyao asked, "Do you want to know who they are?"
Zhong Bingyuan frowned. Her head still ached a little from thinking about these things, but not as severely as before.
"Older Sister Gu, they're… my relatives, right?"
Gu Qingyao nodded.
Zhong Bingyuan did not speak.
In her heart, she both longed for her family and was also afraid of them.
After so many years in the countryside, she had clearly seen that girls had very low status. Everyone preferred sons to daughters. Some people had told her that her parents had sold her to human traffickers.
But her older siblings told her that she must have lived pretty well because she had been wearing very nice clothes. She was the child of a rich family.
She vaguely guessed who those two people were. She had been curious, but for some reason, when she heard those last words, she suddenly… did not feel curious anymore.