For the past two years, the little beggar had wandered an endless road with the old beggar. It seemed the old vagrant had a destination in mind, for the two of them eventually reached Tao City.
The little beggar had always been puzzled. Logically, a beggar eager to see the world and make something of himself would aim for a large city like South City. The old beggar's aspirations, however, seemed quite limited. He didn't share the young one's ambitions.
He himself was determined to beg in South City.
"Old Hua, how old am I this year?"
"Eleven years and two months."
"So when are you going to die?"
The old beggar was silent.
Sitting not far away, Su Bei almost spat out his drink upon hearing the familiar words. He gently patted his chest under the puzzled gazes of the two women and chuckled, "It's nothing, just something stuck in my throat while drinking..."
Ji Nanjue shot him a skeptical look, while Li Zijun watched with a curious frown.
