"Sister, it's time to eat." Gao Zhiming struggled to drag Anna's body out of the garbage heap.
Although Anna was just a teenager and very light, she was still too heavy for nine-year-old Gao Zhiming.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, Gao Zhiming opened the plastic bag and used his fingers to pick up some lamb, placing it in Anna's mouth.
He held Anna's chin in his hands and moved it back and forth, trying to make her chew the meat, but it had no effect.
In the end, Gao Zhiming helplessly took the meat out of her mouth, chewed it into a pulp in his own mouth, and then spit it back into Anna's mouth.
He had seen someone do this while wandering, feeding a baby, and he found it novel enough to remember.
After feeding her the lamb, Gao Zhiming, worried she might still be hungry, tore some meat threads from the chicken bones and fed them to her.
