When she saw that Charles had actually been found, Anna stood up involuntarily, her eyes pressed close to the computer screen.
At this moment, the video playing on the computer screen hadn't ended yet—it was still running.
In response to Charles's question, the person filming spoke, and the camera wobbled slightly as he opened his mouth. "Hey kid, why are you eating noodles out of the trash can?"
Charles shyly wiped the dirt off his face with the hand holding his chopsticks. "Because if I cook out in the open, they'll always reach over and take some with their chopsticks. That way, I never get enough to eat."
"Who are 'they'?"
"People like me living on the streets, but all of them are older than me. I'm the youngest."
"Why are you wandering the streets? Where's your family?"
When he heard this question, the smile on Charles's face gradually faded, but after just a second, it returned, just as bright as before. "Heh, they're all dead."
