Xu Qinghuan didn't speak, she carefully helped the child put on clothes and went out without saying a word.
Ren Jingmo was very scared, with tears in her eyes, her voice trembling, "Grandpa, is sister angry?"
Ren Shanglu nodded, then shook his head, "She's angry, but she's angry at those people who bullied you. She's not angry at you, don't worry."
He thought they had met a good person, but this girl herself was still a child.
He struggled to move the things Xu Qinghuan left to the place where the supplies were hidden. They hadn't finished the rice and flour Xu Qinghuan brought last time, and now she's bringing so much again, which made him feel both assured and concerned.
He didn't know if the child had anything to eat herself.
He walked through the desert, and heaven sent him an oasis. Ren Shanglu sighed long and deep with shame for his once cynical worldview full of resentment.
Only a portion of people are wrong, the vast majority are good, he thus admonished himself.
