After hanging up, Qiao Lian turned back to look at Wang Lan and her daughter once more.
Both of them were thin and weak. They looked pitiful and pathetic.
Wang Lan was sobbing non-stop, while her daughter was laughing as she grabbed the corner of her shirt to stuff into her mouth.
Wang Lan dried her tears with her dirty sleeves and helped her daughter up from the ground.
They walked back slowly to the griddle cake stall.
Before Wang Lan could even make another griddle cake, her daughter snatched a piece of sausage and stuffed that into her own mouth.
The way she devoured the meat made other passers-by cast strange looks at her and whisper to each other.
Qiao Lian heard someone sigh and remark, "The poor girl. She was so pretty and good at her studies. When she was taken away by the loan sharks and starved for three days, she was traumatized to this state. Pff! Life is so unpredictable!"
Qiao Lian lowered her gaze slowly.
