Xiu'er

Back then, my name was Quezi, which was somewhat of a compliment. Because being lame meant you could still barely walk, but I was completely disabled, lying on the street was quite eye-catching, so my income was always good, and I always pleased Lao Die. Until I met Xiu'er. Xiu'er was brought home by Lao Die when I was ten, about the same age as me. Although she couldn't speak or hear, her sparkling eyes shone brightly, and her appearance was very pleasing. At least, the first time I saw her, I knew I had fallen for this girl.