Yun bixue patted the dust off the child's body. As she hugged her, she could feel the child shivering.
Yun bixue's heart ached for him, and she couldn't help but think of how she looked like when she was young.
At that time, she and her sister had only each other to depend on, and they would tremble in fear.
She sighed with some emotion. She didn't know how she survived back then.
Perhaps it was because she and her sister were always by each other's side. Her sister could not leave her, and she could not bear to leave her sister.
That was why he had survived so tenaciously.
At that time, she was already over ten years old, but this little girl was only four or five years old. It really made one's heart ache.
"It's okay. Auntie is not a bad person. What's your name? I'll get someone to send you home."
The child's head was still lowered, as if he had not recovered from the shock.
