It was at this moment that Guan Cheng truly believed in Feng Qingxue.
Feng Qingxue felt especially heartbroken. A child of ten-odd years, in her previous life, would be at an age of freedom from worries, unlike now, full of worldly weariness, displaying an indifferent countenance, struggling to survive with his little brother in this era of famine, just to stay alive!
The phrase "stay alive" is easy to write, but difficult to fulfill, especially for two children with no one to rely on.
Having established trust, Feng Qingxue once again expressed her intention, to take them away from here.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Erya and the other children in the dilapidated temple all looked at Guan Cheng, their eyes imbued with reluctance to part. The young man who had mentioned at the doorway about Guan Cheng's return kicked a column, grumpily saying, "It's a good thing for someone to be willing to feed Guan Cheng and Guan Yu. Why are you all looking so glum?"
