Sometimes ignoring is the most hurtful action.
The two returned to the Gu Family home, saw the open door, and walked into the small courtyard.
In the courtyard, cousin Gu Jiajie was sitting on grandfather's recliner, and Gu Minmin was squatting in front of a boy even smaller and frailer than herself, saying something unknown.
A woman's voice came from inside the house, crying and pleading, unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar.
"Dad, we really can't go on anymore. The child's dad and I used to at least have enough to eat when we worked at the factory, but now there's not even work, and the porridge is so thin we can see our reflections in it. Xia Jinlei has become so thin these days that it's hard to recognize him, and with prices so high this year, we can't afford anything…"
Listening to the voice crying inside, Gu Jin paused, and the little kid behind her also stopped in their tracks.
"Little Jin!"
Gu Jiajie, with sharp eyes, was the first to spot her.
