Walking down the street, two little girls followed closely behind Fang Zheng, silently, as anxious and frightened as two kittens abandoned by their mother cat.
"Hmm... Anyway, we should get you some new clothes first."
Seeing the two girls in tattered clothes, Fang Zheng frowned. It was hardly clothing by any definition; more like rags, really...
"Does it hurt?"
Watching the two girls walk barefoot on the ground, Fang Zheng couldn't help but ask. Hearing his question, the little raccoon and the little white tiger were startled and quickly shook their heads.
"No, it doesn't hurt!"
Even though they insisted with determined expressions, just looking at their scratched feet told a different story.
This reminded Fang Zheng of those cursed children, who also preferred to suffer silently rather than let others see them as burdens.
They are just kids, after all.
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng approached them and picked them up in his arms, one on each side.
"Ah!"
"Eh?"
