At the age of twelve, Shen Nian's father finally succumbed to the torment and chose to commit suicide.
He lost his second closest family member in this world.
Relatives and friends were unwilling to take in Shen Nian, this burden, and he became a street kid with no one to care for him, growing increasingly withdrawn. Whether at school or outside, he was always the target of bullying.
His presence here today was not by chance; a school had been organizing activities in this area recently. Those students would bring out their pocket money to buy some bread and milk to share with the vagrants on the street.
He stayed here for several days, and a piece of bread and a bottle of milk had become a very luxurious lunch for him.
Gu Shengyin felt an ache in her eyes and took a deep breath.
She mimicked Shen Nian's posture, crouching down to sit beside him.
