Song Yitang's eyes were spared, but her mouth did indeed swallow a mouthful of sand.
She originally wanted to grab the boy, but unexpectedly she used too much strength and tore his clothes, revealing the bruised, purplish skin beneath.
Song Yitang then realized that in the frigid winter days, the boy's clothes were thinly worn, and his body was covered with bruises of various sizes.
She roughly guessed that the boy must have been coerced by someone to resort to these petty thefts.
Song Yitang softened her tone, "First stand up, did someone force you to steal?"
The boy's eyes flickered, somewhat surprised, but then he seemed to remember something.
"No! It's their wallet, can you let me off just this once? I promise I won't do it again."
Xin Tian was a disheveled mess, his sorry appearance now melting hearts.
But Song Yitang's attitude remained very firm, "Choose between the police station and telling the truth, it's up to you."
