In the devastated City God Temple east of Mingshui County Town, a fair amount of beggars had gathered. Among them were the little beggar's terminally ill foster father and little sister.
Su Qingluo took the father's pulse and thoroughly examined his condition. She put a medicinal pill into his mouth. Turning to the little beggar, she shook her head.
"He has at most three days left."
The little beggar's eyes instantly reddened as he hugged his young sister, quietly sobbing.
Although his thievery was detested, he was, after all, only a seven-year-old child, and his sister was even younger, appearing to be just three or four years old.
Su Zixuan and Wang Meng pitied them both, leaving half their food for them and secretly giving them a few pieces of fragmented silver.
Seeing he didn't refuse, he accepted earnestly. The three siblings left in gloom. Due to this, they lost their playful spirits, and walking all the way from the City God Temple, they returned home directly.
