In his expression, there was no trace of sorrow, as if he was just recounting a story without any emotional involvement, as though it wasn't about himself.
Leng Yikun looked at the child who appeared to be only six or seven years old, which meant that two years ago, he was merely four or five.
For such a young child to remember that his father died in war was already commendable. As for emotions, he didn't expect a child to understand much.
It was good enough for the children to find something to eat every day.
"His dad died in the war, what about yours?" he asked the other children.
"It's the same for all of us. Three years ago, when they recruited soldiers, our fathers were all taken away, and none came back," the boy who first replied to them said.
Yuu Rong truly felt the weight of such a topic.
He wanted to help these children, but was it even possible? He had just seen many similar children begging on the streets.
