"...Since you have nowhere to go, come with me!"
Ms. Hetian, being a mother, couldn't bear to see children suffer, endure pain, or be wronged.
Seeing several little boys around the same age as her own Xiao Bao, all with eyes full of fear, their young faces filled with confusion and despair, she couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
Alas, let it be an act of kindness and good deeds.
She didn't ask for any return, only hoped that if her own son encountered danger, there would be a kind person to lend a helping hand.
"We will follow you! You saved us, you are our reborn parents!"
The leader was a boy of about seven or eight, the oldest among them, faintly taking on the role of an elder brother.
He represented everyone, saying: "We don't want to go back to find our parents... they already sold us and we almost died."
There was not much resentment, just a calm statement of fact.
Seeing the children so numb, Ms. Hetian felt a surge of shame.
