The girl stared at his injured face and arms, her tone filled with surprise.
Si Chu turned a deaf ear and stuffed the cold, hard bun into his mouth. His throat scraped painfully, but he did not even frown. Showing no change in expression, he stood up and limped towards the rundown courtyard.
Mingshu was taken aback, only then realizing just how thin the child was.
The clothes that were obviously too big for him hung loosely on his frame, many parts worn through to the point of fraying and patched clumsily multiple times, washed to a pale white.
The bit of ankle he revealed was delicate and frail, as if it could snap with the slightest bend—the exposed skin also bore many scars, clearly indicating frequent fights.
"Hey." Mingshu couldn't help but speak out.
The figure did not pause at all and continued walking forward.
A faint voice arose behind him: "Stop pretending, I know you can see me."
Si Chu's step faltered for an instant.
