Of course, Tang Yuxin never assumed that this Youtao is the same as the Youtao fruit she had once known. This Youtao is a human, a woman, the woman that the village idiot fancied. Yet, even though the village idiot liked her, it required her to reciprocate that affection as well.
No normal woman in this world would take a liking to an idiot. Of course, it applies to Youtao as well. Otherwise, the village idiot would not have been repetitively asking for Youtao.
Tang Yuxin lowered her head, her fingers involuntarily touched the worn-out little cloth package hidden in her pocket.
Because the bundle seemed worn and shabby, neither human traffickers nor old Madame Song paid any attention to it. This cloth bundle didn't contain anything else but her precious silver needles. She always carried the needles with her; they never left her side.
Besides these needles, she had nothing else on her.
She clutched the cloth bundle tightly in her hands until her knuckles turned white.