An Yiqing pursed her lips, "Third Senior Brother, contact the headquarters over there, ask them to quickly send some supplies."
Saying that, she got off the motorcycle, carrying the medical kit towards the child.
"Little one, stop crying, let sister see where you're hurt?" An Yiqing picked up the little boy, not minding the blood on him smearing all over her.
"Daddy and mommy... daddy and mommy are dead..." The little boy cried in An Yiqing's arms almost to the point of fainting, a sound that could break one's heart. His dirty little hands tightly clutched at An Yiqing's clothes, as if holding onto his last lifeline.
Overnight, daddy was gone, mommy was gone, home was gone. So small, not understanding anything yet, he only knew, no matter how much he calls, mommy and daddy won't wake up, others told him, this is called death.
Last night, daddy promised him a big drumstick today, yet he's dead. Mommy said last night, she'll take him out to play today, yet she's dead.
