Miss Du nodded and said, "Yes, it's him."
Cuiya sighed, her face bearing a look of sympathy.
She said, "The winters in the north are cold, and many beggars don't survive the season. Some starve to death, others freeze to death. Even the healthiest beggars might not make it through, let alone one with disabilities? Missing an arm, with bad legs, and ostracized by other beggars. It's already been tough for him to survive these few months in the city. Miss, better not to ask, I fear he is probably... Ah, Miss, where are you going..."
Without waiting for Cuiya to finish, Miss Du had already put on a thick cloak and descended from the building.
Is that beggar dead?
Why did she feel inexplicably sad upon hearing this news?
He was a peculiar beggar, timid, always hiding from people.
She had arranged for food to be sent to him regularly, and as the weather grew colder, she also had warm clothes delivered for him.
