After putting away the panel, Molly looked at the frail, well-behaved girl before her and asked softly:
"What's your name?"
The girl raised her clean, clear eyes and answered honestly:
"My name is You'an."
"You'an?"
Molly softly repeated the name and continued asking:
"How did you end up sitting alone in this alley?"
You'an's gaze flickered slightly, and she looked somewhat guilty as she said quietly:
"I... I wanted to see Sister Molly, but I didn't know how to find you, so I sat here."
Molly froze.
"See me? Why did you want to see me?"
You'an's eyes were clean and innocent.
"Because Sister Molly is my good friend. I don't know anyone else."
Those words only made Molly feel even more puzzled.
She carefully went over every experience she had had since transmigrating here and confirmed that, from beginning to end, she had never met a girl named You'an, nor had she ever dealt with any girl with a similar appearance or aura.
Molly could not help asking again:
"Who are your parents?"
You'an blinked, her face full of confusion as she asked in return:
"Parents? What are parents?"
This time, Molly was completely stunned.
In all her life, this was the first time she had encountered someone who did not even know what parents were.
Finding it strange, Molly patiently explained:
"Parents are your dad and mom. They're family who gave birth to you, raised you, and took care of you. Everyone has parents and family."
You'an gently shook her head.
"I don't have a dad or mom. I don't have family, and I don't have any relatives either."
Molly fell silent for a moment before asking:
"Then where is your home? I'll take you home first, okay?"
You'an looked confused again.
"What is a home? Can you