I was already homeless, so it wouldn't matter where I went.

“I’ll go back to Beijing with you, but… I don’t know what to do.”

Looking at his dejected expression, Tang Li felt that the two of them had shared hardships and formed a bond.

Can you tell me about your experiences?

Yan Hui lowered her head and remained silent.

He didn't know how to start the conversation; everything seemed so absurd.

Tang Li chuckled, breaking the awkward atmosphere. "It's okay, I can talk about what I want to say. You can say it if you want, or you can say it if you don't want to."

"I'm divorced. My ex-husband and I have some conflicts, and I want to help him resolve his inner conflict. His inner conflict is about his mother, who was killed by my father. Sounds a bit melodramatic, right? What's even more melodramatic is that his mother didn't die; the auntie from earlier was his mother..."

After Yan Hui finished listening to her, the two of them arrived at the entrance of the small shop.

Tang Li didn't wait for Yan Hui to speak, and she didn't force him.

"You really look like my sister, but she's missing, and it's very likely she's no longer alive."

Tang Li fell silent; she hadn't expected such an answer to her question.

She initially thought it was just youthful impulsiveness and a conflict with her parents that led her to run away from home, and that perhaps after realizing her mistake, she would return home and reunite with her parents.

I never expected it to be like this.

"You don't have to say it if you don't want to. I won't force you. I trust you. Yan Hui, I think you're quite suitable to be an actress. You're very good-looking."

Tang Li's straightforward praise made Yan Hui blush slightly.