Xiao Qingya was utterly shocked. Does this man want to steal her congee?
Most importantly, where did he come from? Is he one of the child traffickers? His footsteps were quite light, and he definitely also had absolute control on his tone of voice.
The other children didn't wake up because of the voice.
Because she didn't want to be in the spotlight earlier, she had dragged herself and her uneaten congee toward the pile of grain sacks, where the light from the oil lamp had significantly become a lot dimmer.
The process had taken a lot of time since she had to drag the bowl of congee along with her, making sure it wouldn't spill with her bound hands.
"Who…?" Her eyes went wide.
Soon, she noticed a faint metallic smell. Taken back, she studied the man's face and noticed some bruises there. His lips were cracked, his skin smeared with some blood.
He was holding his torn shoulder, where the metallic smell of blood had come from. This man was injured.
