Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Chapter 53

She liked those things because she saw a glimmer of hope in the dead carriage. Even if she knew in her heart that even without these, her flowers could hold on, but seeing this, she couldn't help feeling tears in her eyes.

That feeling is strange. What is it? Xiaohua doesn't understand.

The girl told her her her name. It was very nice. Her name was Qingwan.

Every time someone introduces herself to her, Xiaohua always laments the beauty of other people's names and the vulgarity of her own names, but she never wants to change her name.

In the past, every time she was resold, even if the owner gave her a very elegant and delicate name last time, she would abandon her next time she was resold, and still tell others that her name is Xiaohua, a small wild flower that will not die.

She never told anyone about this last sentence.

Qingwan is a very special girl, which is not consistent with her weak appearance.

She was very alert and cautious. Xiaohua smiled bitterly and felt that she seemed to see her intention.

She wants to run away!?

After watching for a few days, Xiaohua confirmed her guess. She couldn't help thinking, do you want to order her?

After hesitating for two days, Xiaohua finally couldn't help but speak to Qingwan about her own experience and the world outside.

She didn't mean to persuade her. She just wanted to tell her the real side of the outside world and let her choose.

Escape? If it was really easy to escape, she would have run away. She would let people sell it again and again. She has sold it five times?

Not to mention that Qian yapo's motorcade is closely guarded. Not only the wild mountains, but also the world outside can not survive. The better ones live on the streets, but the worse ones are abducted and sold into the pickled place. Especially the kind of good-looking girl who can't walk outside.

Not to mention that she was used to slavery, but she knew in her heart that even being a slave and a maid was better than wandering outside. Maybe it was better to be a slave and a maid in the last place.

And Qingwan, who was born in a good family, did not know that the young lady of the family in Beijing had fallen into such a situation.

But Qingwan didn't say, and Xiaohua didn't ask. Everyone has their own secrets, and so does she.

The carriage went on, taking away the respective sadness taken away by suffering, but people always had to live anyway.