"Please have mercy, give us something to eat…"
As a faint begging voice echoed, a raggedly dressed woman, holding a frail little boy, staggered to the table where Han Lei and the others sat.
The little boy's eyes were fixed on the food on the table, filled with longing.
The waiter frowned and immediately waved to chase them away, "Go away, go away, this is not a place where you can beg!"
Han Lei's heart instinctively softened, as she looked up at the mother and child. The woman was disheveled, her face exhausted and helpless, and the little boy was not only frail but also showed bewilderment and fear.
Begging while holding a child?
"Wait a moment," Han Lei called softly to the waiter, stood up, and gently asked the woman, "Where have you come from? How did you end up like this?"
The woman looked down, tears welling in her eyes, and chokingly said, "We are villagers from outside the city. My husband went to Beiguan battlefield the year before last and never returned."
