Humans might hope to be born equal, but in reality, birth and talent were often quite different.
"I'm different."
From the moment she was born, Baishi Wuling had known she was probably different from everyone else.
After all, while the babies around her could only cry and eat, she could already understand the orphanage staff complaining about their pay and overtime hours.
Most absurdly, after listening for just one day, she noticed that the little circle of seven or eight people not only had glaringly unreasonable divisions of labor, but also bullying and embezzlement. Shoddy formula and secondhand diapers had already seriously affected Xiao Wu Ling's delicate digestive system, so the bizarre sight of a baby taking formula and diapers to a reporter took place.
Why not go to the director? Because she wasn't sure whether the orphanage leadership was part of the chain. At that point, she had been born for only about a week, yet she had already learned to use tools to walk.
Then there was no follow-up. Such a minor matter at a local orphanage was hardly worth mentioning. Her understanding of human nature and society was still insufficient, and the reporter she found used the article and photographs to extort a hefty sum from the director.
However, this also brought her special attention. A survivor of a supernatural incident had become a supernatural being not long after birth.
".I can smell your surprise, and your affection. Tsk, what a pervert."
The girl, whose eyes were covered and mouth and nose plugged, could nevertheless make her voice echo beside Lu PingAn's ear.
But in the next moment, Lu PingAn found himself unable to laugh.
"You like straitjackets? Pervert. You have a fetish for X? I haven't bathed for a week, and you're actually standing this close.