"It seems you still remember me." Seeing the child's pupils shrink, Gu Wenheng guessed it immediately.
Xiao Dongzi clutched the clothes in his hands and nodded stiffly. He remembered that the young lady had given him some food.
"Where is your family?"
Xiao Dongzi's voice was hoarse. "Gone. They're all gone."
Uncle Hu, who had raised him, ultimately failed to survive this harsh winter, collapsing forever in that ruined temple. Without Uncle Hu, he couldn't even keep the ruined temple, his only shelter.
He didn't dare stay in the county town anymore. He was afraid that seeing people with families, relatives, and friends would only make him feel even more isolated. Sitting beneath this freezing city wall, he could at least feel that the world was as cold as his heart. This was where he truly belonged.
