Ji Huan had been very troubled lately, and it was a trend that was only getting worse.
Anyone with a vagrant camped out at their front door day after day would be just as worried as she was.
Whenever she and Dabao sat in their warm room, drinking hot soup and eating fragrant dishes, she couldn't help but think of the man outside chewing on grass roots.
Besides the vexation, she even felt a pang of guilt, like the saying: "The rich feast while the poor freeze to death on the streets."
And yet, her family's life was barely what you could call 'getting by'.
What could she do? She couldn't bring herself to drive him away.
Besides, she now felt a subtle sense of guilt toward the vagrant.
After all, she had wrongly accused him and then, without knowing the whole story, given him a piece of her mind.
