The room in front of hers was occupied by her cousin, Gu Minmin.
The two rooms to the right were occupied by her and her cousin, while in the two rooms to the left, the old man chose one to live in.
In the main house lived her aunt and uncle, and her cousin Gu Jiajie, each occupying a room.
The small courtyard accommodated six people, and there were still spare rooms.
Gu Jin led the child by the hand into her room and sat him onto the bed, "Sit here for a moment while I find some ointment."
Seeing An Mingji nod obediently, she turned around and rummaged through the boxes looking for the black ointment.
Twenty years had passed since she last saw it, so she wasn't sure where the black ointment was kept.
The small room had a bed painted red lacquer with neatly folded quilts, an old wardrobe stood in the corner, and beside it was a large chest, a small table, and two stools. The furnishings were basic, to say the least.
But considering the standards of Qingshan Village, this wasn't too bad. At least she could live alone and have her own simple furnishings.
"Found it!"
Gu Jin pinched the round cloth-draped black ointment she found and walked towards the anxious An Mingji sitting on the bed.
She said to the child, "Take off your clothes."
An Mingji pursed his lips and removed his ragged clothes, revealing his thin body and the accumulated scars from beatings, looking quite terrifying.
Gu Jin tightened her grip on the black ointment in her hand, her dark eyes scanning the shocking wounds on the little wolf cub's body, her gaze growing somber.
Feeling her gaze, An Mingji lowered his head, shaking uneasily.
Seeing all of this, Gu Jin restrained her anger, knelt down, and began applying the black ointment to the more severe injuries on An Mingji's body.
"Ugh!"
When she touched the severe injuries, the child couldn't help but make a sound.
Gu Jin heard and softened her movements.
Glancing at An Mingji's dirty and tattered clothes set aside, Gu Jin stood up and walked to the wardrobe.
She found some clothes she wore a few years ago that were now too small for her.
"Little An, these are my clothes from a couple of years ago, they're all clean. You should change into them."
An Mingji looked up at the clothes handed to him, a green set that had been washed till it was almost white.
He reached out his dirty little hand to take the clothes.
But just as his hand was about to touch the clothes, he noticed his hands were dirty, covered in dirt and faint bloodstains, and quickly drew them back.
Seeing this, Gu Jin understood the child was afraid of dirtying the clothes.
She sighed softly, placed the clothes to the side, and turned to pick up the enamel basin from the rack in the corner, walking out of the room.
An Mingji raised his head and saw only Gu Jin's departing back, his eyes reddening.
Is he being despised?
He reached out and rubbed his slightly sore eyes.
He was used to it; there was nothing to be disappointed about.
An Mingji got up from the bed, picked up his discarded dirty clothes, and when he saw the clean clothes set aside, a touch of reluctance flashed in his eyes.
Since his father's death, his mother ran away with someone, and his grandmother passed, he hadn't worn clean clothes.
An Mingji's eyes reddened; he bit his lip and looked away from the clean clothes, trying to put on the dirty ones he had in hand.
"Hey, the clothes are dirty. Don't wear them. Wash up and put on the clean clothes on the side."
Gu Jin entered the room carrying clean water from the outdoor well and quickly spoke out to stop the child from putting on the dirty clothes.