Xu Chaomu rubbed her hands, continuously bringing them to her mouth to breathe warm air on them.
But when the cold snowflakes fell on her face, her nose tingled, and she felt like crying again.
Cold, a cold that seeped into her skin.
She crossed her arms over her chest, her small face red with frost. This morning, while it was still dark, she had been woken by the cold and then had been unable to fall asleep again no matter how much she tossed and turned.
When she got up, she didn't bother much with her hair and went out to look for odd jobs.
Burrowing her head into her collar, she walked forward in the snow.
She was so insignificant, no one noticed her, and nobody would sympathize with her, even though she had gone without food for two meals now.
Just when she thought she was at the end of her rope, she suddenly looked up and saw a help wanted sign in a small restaurant.
The informal restaurant was looking for temporary workers.
