I understood what Xiao Yanyan meant. She had always regarded Siniang, a sister she had picked up along the way, as her very own flesh and blood.
Ever since all the brothers and sisters on Gubuli Mountain perished in that purgential catastrophe, Xiao Yanyan had been left all alone on Gubuli Mountain, living a bitter and helpless existence.
Although she had me to lean on, I could always sense that deep down inside, she was still lonely.
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