Miss Du exclaimed in surprise, "Then what about your family? Since your arm was injured during the war, surely someone must have taken care of you?"
The beggar stopped talking and just tugged at the cloak Miss Du had draped over him with his remaining arm.
Miss Du sighed and didn't press him further, saying, "Why don't you come home with me? You won't make it through this winter in your current state."
The beggar hesitated for a moment before vehemently shaking his head.
"It's okay, I will survive," he said.
This time, Miss Du was persistent, asserting, "Now that your leg is also injured and you don't have the strength to walk, how will you survive? You must not have eaten for a long time, right? Come with me, although I don't have delicacies from mountains and seas, I can still provide enough food for you to be full."
"No, I... I will go home for the New Year..."
"If you had a home to return to, why would you be here? Get up, come with me."
