Wu Zhizhi looked at the child’s hand reaching out to her as if she had seen a ferocious beast in the river. However, unlike seeing a ferocious beast in the river, Wu Zhizhi was complaining and cursing as she stepped back.
The child who reached out to Wu Zhizhi and wanted to pass her the origami that she had painstakingly cut but was treated like this by Wu Zhizhi remained in the same position as when she reached out to pass something. He was stunned.
This child was also like the other children. His body was dirty, and he looked as if he had not taken a bath for a long time.
Wuzhen was not a coastal area to begin with, and water was scarce. No family dared to put in a bath basin to take a bath.
Then, it was probably not a matter of cleanliness. It was even a matter of whether he would starve to death or whether he would die of thirst.
