In a dilapidated house, a faint candlelight flickered on the table in the middle of the room.
On the left side of the broken table was a brick bed close to the window.
A thin figure curled up in a corner of the bed, occasionally letting out small sobs.
"Brother, wake up quickly. Don't leave Yao'er behind. Father and Mother have already left. Brother, don't leave."
On the earthen bed, a rather handsome but pale-faced youth was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.
Perhaps it was because of the thin girl's cries, but the youth's eyelids moved slightly.
Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, but the youth's eyes were filled with confusion and doubt.
"Brother, Brother, you're awake. I thought you didn't want me anymore."
After seeing the young man wake up, the thin little girl, Wang Yaoyao, who was sobbing at the side immediately became happy.
"I'll get you some water, Brother."
