"It seems you still remember me." Seeing the boy's pupils shrink, Gu Wenheng guessed it immediately.
Xiao Dongzi clutched the clothes in his hands and nodded stiffly. He still remembered the young woman giving him some food.
"Where is your family?"
Xiao Dongzi's voice was hoarse. "Gone. They're all gone."
Uncle Hu, who had raised him, ultimately failed to survive this cold winter, falling forever in that ruined temple.
Without Uncle Hu, he couldn't even keep the ruined temple, his only place of shelter.
He didn't dare stay in the county town now. He was afraid that seeing people with homes, families, relatives, and friends would make him feel even lonelier. Sitting under this icy city wall, he could at least feel that the world was as cold as his heart. This was his true resting place.
