"Auntie, I haven't eaten for three days. I want to go home, I want to live." She choked with emotion with every sentence she spoke. But she was afraid that no one would take her in. She had saved the lives of so many people, but in the end, she did not know who could save her.
"It's all right, it's all right." Changsheng's mother hurriedly touched Yan Huan's hair, like how she would treat her own children and said, "It's going to be okay. You're going to be fine at Auntie's place here. We'll let you eat what we have in our home. You won't starve."
"Well, have a good night's sleep after you have your dinner. Everything will be alright once you wake up." Changsheng felt really sorry for Yan Huan, who had not eaten for three days. She might really starve to death if she had not stopped her.
Changsheng's mother brought out the bowl just when Changsheng also came back.
