The two children huddled in the corner didn't look very old, a boy and a girl, both dressed in very worn clothes, their hair piled together, as if they hadn't been washed for a long time.
"Pandi, Mom is really afraid of you getting hurt again... Let's just live like this, as for your dad, let him go, we can't fight that... and your grandma..." As she spoke, the middle-aged woman even started crying again, sobbing, and the two children in the corner shrank further.
[Host, find a place for me to transmit the plot, this time's conditions... seem not so good.]
Su Zhiruan put on her worn-out cloth shoes and saw the single-layered pants on her leg, her extremely thin calves exposed; she could feel that the original owner was like a skeleton, with hardly any flesh on her body, and now she was very hungry, the feeling of her stomach sticking to her back was distracting her.
"I'll go out for a bit," Su Zhiruan said to the sobbing woman, and the woman's crying abruptly stopped.
