Tang Yuxin bit her lower lip in resentment.
"Mom hit me."
The young boy's arm began to ache slightly.
It turns out, sometimes, the so-called hitting can be entirely different.
Some hits express love, some convey hatred.
Not every parent hits their child because of the saying: hitting is a sign of intimacy, scolding is a form of love.
The boy still held Tang Yuxin, walking her through the streets and alleyways. Finally, they found a small shop where they bought bread, a small cup, borrowed some hot water from the shop, and also bought a bottle of orange water.
"Eat," he placed the bread in front of Tang Yuxin.
"Thank you, brother," Tang Yuxin took the bread, immediately started eating, she devoured it hungrily. She was very hungry, in fact, she hadn't eaten or drank anything since morning.
"Eat slowly, there's no rush," the boy stroked her head and also used his body to block the cold wind blowing at her.
