The more Ji Huan thought about it, the more frantic she became. She didn't want to waste any more time. Taking advantage of a moment when the wet nurse wasn't looking, she turned and barged into the back courtyard.
The wet nurse tried to stop her, but she was so fat that even taking a step was an effort, let alone running. She had no hope of catching up.
Once inside, Ji Huan realized those two men hadn't been exaggerating in the slightest. You had to see it with your own eyes to understand that this place wasn't heaven, but a spitting image of hell.
The back courtyard was laid out in a square, and it was even more dilapidated than the Orphanage's exterior. Ji Huan called out for Dabao as she pushed open the door to each room.
Each room was crammed with at least a dozen children. They were small, dark, and utterly filthy. Even though winter was setting in, you could still see flies buzzing around.
