The heart-wrenching, soul-tearing cries, the sound of grief at its peak—just listening to it fills you with sorrow.
Xu Nianhua was startled at first, but hearing him cry like a child, she stepped forward, squatted beside him, and gently patted his back. She didn't say anything, just comforted him by softly patting his back.
People passing by heard the crying and couldn't help but stop. They saw a pretty young girl comforting a dirty little kid, and her gaze was focused and gentle, with not a trace of disgust for the boy's dirtiness.
'Click.'
Pei Yining saw the scene and instinctively took a picture with the camera in her hand.
"Little sister."
Xu Nian'an didn't see Xu Nianhua in the medical hall and heard the crying outside. He thought something had happened to his little sister and rushed out, only to see it wasn't his sister crying, but the person who's been squatting at the door for days. He immediately felt a huge sense of relief.
"Little sister, what's going on?"
