Little Yunshan looked at Wen Qingye and asked earnestly, "Really?"
Wen Qingye patted Yunshan's head and smiled. "It is. Of course, it is."
Little Yunshan gave Wen Qingye a deeply sympathetic look. "So that's how it is. Benefactor, you've really fallen on hard times."
When Yunshan led Wen Qingye into the thatched hut, the room was empty.
"Where are your parents?" Wen Qingye asked, puzzled.
"There was a plague here some years ago, and they passed away. Now it's just my grandpa and me at home," Yunshan explained as she slowly poured a cup of water for Wen Qingye. Watching her, barely taller than a stool, perform the task so skillfully, Wen Qingye couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
Wen Qingye patted Yunshan's small head. 'What a sensible little girl.'
Yunshan blinked and looked at Wen Qingye. "Benefactor, are you hungry? I think we still have some food. Would you like some?"
"No, thank you. Water is all I need," Wen Qingye said, shaking his head.
