Seeing that Shu Ying's gaze was somewhat unfocused, Li Qingqing coughed lightly: "Yingying, what are you thinking about so intently? I've been talking to you for ages, but you haven't responded at all."
Shu Ying finished packing her things and took a handkerchief to wipe Yangyang's hands: "It's nothing, it's probably just a coincidence. There are so many people in this world who look alike."
"Yeah, that makes sense. I saw someone who looked a lot like Duan Huaichuan a while ago. But he's in the army and hasn't been in contact with his family for so long. How could he suddenly appear at the market? It's really amazing how people who have no relation to each other can look so similar. Do you think they might have been family in a past life?"
Shu Ying was amused by her: "Then you'll have to ask the Bodhisattva."
The woman next to her glanced around timidly and carefully rolled up her sleeves.
She only breathed a sigh of relief once the train started moving forward and she was certain that the terrifying man hadn't caught up with it.
Song Zhaodi stared at her toes with a touch of melancholy.
Li Qingqing struck up a conversation with her familiarly.
"My name is Li Qingqing. What's your name?"
Song Zhaodi bit her lower lip in exasperation, and after a long pause, managed to utter three words:
"Song Zhaodi".
Li Qingqing and Shu Ying exchanged a glance without making it obvious, sighed softly, their eyes filled with affection.
Shu Ying said in a gentle voice, "You seem to be older than us, so how about I call you Sister Song? Sister Song, where are you going?"
Song Zhaodi shook her head, her voice timid: "I... I haven't thought about it yet."
She didn't have much money on her, and she didn't know where she was going. She just wanted to escape the home of that horrific abusive man as soon as possible.
She suffered torment in that place day after day, and the pain in her body forced her to make a choice she had no other option but to make.
Fortunately, the seats nearby were mostly occupied by women, so she wasn't too resistant.
The two people sitting opposite her, Shu Ying and Li Qingqing, both had gentle eyes and brows. Song Zhaodi looked at Yangyang's water glass on the table and couldn't help but swallow.
Shu Ying realized that she might be thirsty, so she used the bag next to her to cover her hand and took out a new cup from her storage space.
"Sister Song, you seemed to be in a hurry when you got on the bus. You probably haven't even unpacked your luggage yet, right? I happen to have an extra new water bottle that I haven't used yet. There's a water station up ahead. Why don't you go and get some water?"
Shu Ying could vaguely guess that Song Zhaodi might have some unspeakable secret.
Whether it's her current state, the way she carefully rolls up her sleeve to cover her wound, or the wound on her mouth, everything seems to be hinting at something.
Song Zhaodi quickly waved her hand: "No, no, no, I can't accept this. It's alright, thank you."
Shu Ying insisted on placing the cup in her hand: "We all have one. Bringing too much stuff is a burden for us. It's just right that you can use it, so it won't go to waste. It will lighten our load."
Yueyue also handed over the cookies she was holding.
"Auntie, are you feeling unwell? Your face is very pale. Mom says that people look tired when they are sick. Your mouth looks like it hurts. Haven't you seen a doctor?"
Yangyang also took out the washed fruit and shared it with her: "Auntie, I know you must be feeling hot. Mom said that if you feel hot, you should eat more fruit and it will go down quickly. These grapes are so sweet. My mom grew them herself. Try them."
The two little ones spoke in their sweet, childlike voices, which instantly melted Song Zhaodi's heart.
If her child were still alive, he would probably be this age, and would he also be this cute and well-behaved?
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