Because it’s not home, so are you ready to leave at any time?
For the first time, Yi Xiao felt that the fifteen-year-old child in front of him did not look like a child.
Her words were very simple and clear.
There seems to be a feeling of light clouds and refreshing breeze.
However, it was precisely this feeling that gave her the innocence of a child's nature, but a lot of desolation that did not belong to her age group.
What kind of environment did this girl live in before? He wanted to know...
"How was your life at Director Bai's place before?" His dark eyebrows wrinkled habitually.
As she continued to lock the baggage buttons, she replied calmly: "There's nothing wrong with it."
But, it's nothing good.
Director Bai always said that he was a drag, so my mother thought so too.
Her aunt always called her a little goblin. She was too young to understand it at first, but later she got used to it.
Bai Fei always likes to throw around or destroy things that she likes a little bit, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, Bai Fei's MP4 and PSP were thrown directly into the toilet by her. He even valued that one more than his own life.
She also used a sharp knife to carve a big painted face on her precious sports car overnight.
Thinking about it now, she would be so happy that she grinned.
"Is it better for me or Director Bai?" He no longer stopped her from tidying up, but sat down next to her.
She paused and looked away from him.
"It's better here." She told him the answer without any hesitation, without even the slightest hesitation.
Yi Xiao was indeed a little surprised by this answer.
Is being with her mother not as good as being here? Is it because Xiao Nizi is indifferent to family affection? Therefore, in so many days, she has never asked about her mother who is in prison.
Not even once!
"Then the Bai family counts as your family?"
She looked at him strangely, as if his question was asked by a mentally retarded child. After a while, she shook her head and replied: "Of course not."
"Where is your home?" He was curious about what Xiao Nizi's concept of 'home' was.
"I have no home..." Her voice was so light and indifferent, as if it would disperse when the wind blew.
From the age of five, after her mother took her out of the home where her father lived, she... never had a real home again...
For ten years, she has been living in other people's homes, wandering...