Seeing his sister weeping uncontrollably, Yao Guanglai's face became darker, and he had a rough idea of what was going on.
His eyes reddened, and he hugged Hehua, patting her on the back to comfort her.
It is said that a man should never easily shed tears, but at this moment, Yao Guanglai couldn't help but cry.
Along the way from Yangzhou, people were dying almost every few days—some from lack of money for medical treatment, some from the cold, and some from hunger.
Even the government was eradicating them.
It was Yao Guanglai who had suggested coming to the Capital to file a complaint, and everyone trusted him, willing to follow him and leave the place where their ancestors had lived.
But he had been unable to protect everyone's safety, causing them to suffer from cold and hunger along the way.
Thinking of this, Yao Guanglai felt even more guilty.
About half an hour later.
