A glance at the skin visible beneath the person's ragged clothes revealed large patches of frostbite. It was a pitiable sight.
The auntie from across the way was clearly a soft-hearted woman. At the sight, she slapped her thigh and said, "Oh dear, I forgot! My husband had a big padded jacket a couple of years ago that was too ripped to be mended. I put it away. I'll go get it now. At least it's something to wear."
As the auntie headed home, the beggar seemed to have truly reached his limit. He could no longer hold his staff; his hand went slack, and he collapsed onto his hands and knees.
"Kind people, have pity on an old woman like me. Please, just a sip of hot water. If... if I stay out in this cold, I'm really going to freeze to death."
Mrs. Zhao had never seen anything like it.
