Human hearts are made of flesh and blood.

There are times when I think of the Virgin Mary.

"What's it to you! Buy it if you want, otherwise get lost!"

The middle-aged woman hardened her heart, pushed the little girl away, and sat down again.

Bai Yifan was about to say something.

A middle-aged man stumbled over, and his tense nerves finally relaxed when he saw the little girl sitting in the center of the stall.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

"Little Ling!"

A refined-looking middle-aged man rushed to the little girl and hugged her tightly.

"Papa".

The little girl looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with a smile.

Even now, she is still unaware of what has happened to her.

"What are you doing? Give her to me! She's my daughter!"

The middle-aged woman saw the man holding his daughter and quickly reached out to snatch the baby girl away.

"Fengxian, she's your daughter! How could you be so heartless!" The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with tears, still shaken.

Thankfully, we arrived in time today. I was really afraid that if we had been any later, we wouldn't have been able to see our daughter.

"It's all because you're useless! If you were capable of finding supplies and killing zombies, would I be selling children here?" The middle-aged woman chuckled strangely, her voice sarcastic.

The middle-aged man held his daughter tightly, his heart breaking.

“Let her go, just for the sake of our five years of marriage.”

The middle-aged woman stared coldly at the middle-aged man, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

Selling this daughter wasn't just for that one crystal core, but also to avoid being a burden.

Resources were scarce in the post-apocalyptic world, and the husband could only find so many supplies. He gave all the good food he could find to his daughter.

She really couldn't wait to get rid of this burden.

Even though she knew what selling her child on the black market meant...

"Fengxian! If you won't raise her, I will! She is my daughter!" The refined middle-aged man's eyes were filled with grief.

"Ha, how will you support yourself?" the middle-aged woman sneered.