Her name is Ye Xiaoqiu.
A person with an ordinary name, as light as an autumn leaf, is destined to live a wandering life.
When she was eleven years old, she was walking on the streets and met a girl whose steamed buns were robbed. When he was less than ten years old, he sat on the street corner in embarrassment and cried to the "murderer" who was the same age as himself.
She didn't know where the impulse came from. She changed her usual no-nonsense style, rushed to the boy and grabbed the steamed bun with her hands. She was so strong that she knocked the boy to the ground.
"Here you go, I grabbed the steamed bun for you. From now on, you have to rely on yourself." She patted the steamed bun into the little girl's hand, turned around and left, but her stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
She should have broken some steamed buns for herself, she was thinking regretfully, when a timid call came from behind her: "Sister!" The little girl stood up and stopped talking, but split half of the steamed buns in her hand and handed it to her. She paused in surprise, then the little girl spread her hands like this, neither moving forward nor retreating.
She suddenly understood that the impulse she felt just now was a feeling of sympathy, and the words "From now on you have to rely on yourself" were just her words of comfort to herself, the words of comfort that she lacked in her years of loneliness. Tears had the urge to well up. She sniffed, but instead grinned an exaggerated smile, grabbed the steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth, and asked vaguely: "What's your name?"
"Gu... No, I have no name and no home..."
"How about you follow me and be my sister?" With another impulse, she just picked up a sister, a relative who made her feel warm.