It seems that Arosa’s family isn’t quite well-off. Her parents are usually busy with heavy workloads and pay little attention to their two children. Fortunately, the residents in the Big Cave where they live are stable, all being acquaintances for decades. Even if the parents don’t have the energy to take care of them, the surrounding neighbors and households on the street help to look after them.
Since childhood, Arosa followed her sister around, playing with a group of children in the Big Cave. Occasionally, there were conflicts, but overall she didn’t encounter much bullying, as the elders around would be watching and intervene if there were issues.
The residents here mostly work at a nearby rock quarry company, exploiting the locally characteristic bright yellow marble for making flooring and furniture, as so wealthy families prefer this natural stone over various high-tech synthetic boards.
The local quarry company offers moderate compensation, making it difficult for the residents to beco wealthy but not enough to fall into poverty — just enough to get by. If soone at ho falls seriously ill, they might need to borrow money from friends and relatives around to resolve it.
Listening to Arosa, Blanchi also spoke about her past school life in the Hemu Star Domain.
"Sister Blanchi, are there really such tall and big buildings?" Arosa gestured to describe.
"Yes, there are indeed, very tall ones," Blanchi smiled slightly.
"Standing on top, you can see very far away," Her eyes blinked slightly, seeming to be a bit wet.
"Sister Blanchi, why are you crying? Don’t cry, as mommy says children who cry don’t grow up."
"No, sister is not crying. My eyes just feel a bit uncomfortable," Blanchi mildly wiped them with the back of her fingers.
"Do you want to go outside and see? Those tall buildings and houses, and all kinds of delicious fruits and cakes?"
"Yes, but Dad says to go out, I need to study hard. But studying is tiring, and I’m not very good at it." She lowered her head slightly in self-consciousness.
Seeing the child like this, Blanchi couldn’t help but shed a few warm tears.
Why is she so much like myself? Clearly, many songstresses are incredibly intelligent, but she always had average grades. Whether in middle school, high school, or after becoming a songstress in university, she could only watch enviously as her excellent classmates advanced.
Because her talent was diocre, she always stumbled along behind others, never daring to speak out loudly or show herself. The only ti she impulsively made a decision, she nearly fell into an abyss, sacrificing countless people for her.
This guilt was like a whip constantly driving her, eventually morphing into a strong sense of responsibility, pushing her to exhaust everything to support the entire Western Star Region.
Trembling with deep breaths, Blanchi suppressed her urge to choke up, trying to calm herself down emotionally.
Afterward, she took Arosa’s hand and gently lifted her up.
"Co on, sister will take you to see the outside world. Don’t worry about things at ho; they will join you too."
"Do you know? This planet is called Qi Yan because there are many boiling steam vents on the ground. And in the outside world, there are many different planets with completely different environnts. For instance, back in my hotown, there are beautiful expanses of rice and wheat fields. I used to love playing in the fields with everyone during the holidays..." Blanchi walked her slowly out of the room.
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"By the way, you can’t keep being called Arosa from now on. How about sister gives you a na?" Blanchi asked as she walked ahead with the girl.
"Sure."
"I’ll call you... ’Yellow Jade Garlic’."
"It is said that in the ancient East, Yellow Jade Garlic was also called ’Manjushahwa,’ a flower that likes warm and humid places, and a yellow spider lily symbolizes ’hope and renewal.’"
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