Bai Jinse's bright black eyes glanced at the bundle under the man's head. Inside were provisions he had prepared for his five or six-year-old son, which he and his wife rarely ate.
From Bai Jinse's observations, the couple had stopped eating the provisions and had reduced their child's daily two rations to one, and they were also smaller, indicating that their provisions were running low.
Once the provisions were gone, there wouldn't even be grass ahead, and then it would be her turn to fill the void.
But she couldn't die!
If she died, how heartbroken her mother, eldest sister, and elder siblings would be.
Especially Fifth Brother, who would probably blame himself for a lifetime, as he was the one who brought her to the battlefield. If she died and even her bones couldn't be found, how could Fifth Brother bear it!
She must live! She must survive!
Even if not for herself, it must be for the Bai family and all her relatives!
