Children are sometimes more sensitive than adults, and Gao Xiaoqin caught that flicker of disappointment.
Having never been in contact with the outside world, she had always assumed that all men’s lips were cracked and rough, their eyes murky, and their skin etched with the marks of the scorching sun. This was the first time she had ever seen a man as handsome as Qi Tongwei.
She silently pulled up her trousers and turned toward the kitchen. As she reached into the rice jar, she caught sight of her own dark, grimy fingernails and the tiny, frostbitten sores covering her arms. Thinking of the delicate back of the big brother's hands, Gao Xiaoqin lowered her head in dejection.
Chapter 57