Mei Hanqing fell into silence, her expression becoming somewhat desolate.
Had she ever thought about her parents?
The answer was definite, she had!
And it wasn't just once, especially in her childhood, she often wondered why she didn't have parents, why she didn't have parents to accompany her like the other children did!
She had once asked the head of the orphanage, but all he could do was give her a bitter smile.
In the heart of the head of the orphanage, children like Mei Hanqing were all broken-winged angels, all children of hardship.
In fact, it wasn't just Mei Hanqing who had asked such questions; other children of the orphanage had too, but the head of the orphanage simply didn't know how to answer them!
As time passed, these children gradually grew up and became sensible, they came to understand some things, and stopped asking questions.
