He looked up, his tea-colored gaze carrying a hint of sadness, gently shaking his head.
Does this mean… he doesn't know his name? Or doesn't have one?
Yan Yinuo's heart sank, her smile becoming more helpless. "Have you been around here all along? What have you been doing?"
Just when they thought he would continue shaking his head, to their surprise, the boy spoke.
His voice had the hoarseness characteristic of a teenager going through puberty, "Wandering."
Those two words made one's heart ache.
Yan Yinuo and Xu Lijing exchanged a glance, seeing the reluctance in the mother's eyes.
They thought the worst answer would be that he was in an orphanage, but they didn't expect him to say the word wandering.
"How old are you?"
The response to this question was still the boy shaking his head.
As for other questions, the answers were pretty much the same.
The mother and daughter were both troubled, "Alright, sister has nothing more to say, you should rest well."
