Xueyi swore she had never seen such a person, someone who could indulge in revelry but also warm an unfamiliar little beggar. She slowly turned around, looking back with every step, and even waved from afar once she boarded the painted boat.
Song Yan, holding the child, could feel the little one's limbs and body slowly warming up. He could feel the child being gently pulled back from the brink of death, which filled him with happiness—a joy of the soul, different from physical pleasure.
On the next day, as dawn broke...
The snow also stopped.
The child slowly woke up.
It was a little girl—not pretty, with a sallow and thin face, resembling a boy.
Song Yan fed her some water, gave her something to eat, and washed her face. Seeing her blank expression, he held her close and softly said, "Big brother's name is Jian Huang, what's yours?"
"San... Sanniu..."
"Sanniu, don't be afraid. Live bravely."
