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Holding Tide's hand, she walked ahead without looking back, while Tide instinctively followed Qing Luan, her curious eyes fixed on the small, dark figure. However, when she slowly turned to meet those familiar eyes, she froze, standing there in a daze, not even hearing Qing Luan calling her name.
Seeing that her gentle tugs had no effect on Tide, Qing Luan turned back in confusion and asked, "What's wrong, Tide?" But the sight that met her eyes was astonishing. "What happened? Why are you crying?" At that moment, Tide was already in tears, her lips trembling as if trying to say something, but no sound came out.
"Miss," while Qing Luan was asking about Tide, Qin'er followed Tide's gaze to the commotion in the distance and gasped in surprise. "Miss, look! Quick, look!"
First startled by Tide, then surprised by Qin'er, Qing Luan instinctively followed the direction of her finger. Upon seeing it, her expression changed as shock and disbelief filled her eyes.
"Let go! Do you hear me?" The Little Boss, seeing the little beggar clutching tightly to the buns he had made, felt a surge of anger and reached out to strike him. But someone stopped him.
"Stop!" Qing Luan interjected at the right moment, looking at the fierce expression on Boss's face. "I bought his buns," she said, pulling out a few coins to give to the would-be attacker. Without waiting for a response, she took the frail little beggar's hand and led him away. Qin'er tightly held onto Tide and followed closely behind, not daring to make a sound.
In every era, whether peaceful or tumultuous, there are always beggars. Thus, Qing Luan taking away the frail beggar did not raise much of a reaction. Once they reached a secluded corner, she immediately stopped and gently grasped his dirty, thin shoulders while softly calling out, "Erwa...,"
The little beggar merely stared at the bun in his hands without responding, as if he had become numb.
"Erwa, it's me, Tide, Little Tide," Tide could no longer hold back; she rushed forward despite his filthy appearance and odor, shaking his arm as she cried out, "Don't you recognize me? It's me, Tide! Wuwu..." After so many days apart, finally seeing someone familiar made her tears flow uncontrollably. Her sobs were desperate enough to make Qin'er behind her choke up with red-rimmed eyes.
Perhaps it was the intensity of Tide's sorrow that stirred something in the dazed Erwa. He stared at Qing Luan for a long while before shifting his gaze back to Tide. Then he reached out to touch her small round face with uncertainty and fear flashing across his features. Various emotions crossed his face as tears began to well up in his eyes; with a gentle blink, they rolled down his dark cheeks—a sight that tugged at the heartstrings.
Qing Luan kept telling herself to be strong, but upon seeing Erwa's silent tears, her own face became wet with emotion.
"Erwa, how did you end up here?" This was what she most wanted to know; deep down, she still held onto hope—hope that he brought with him. "Are there still people alive in the village?" If he was alive, surely others were too—that was her hope.
Shaking his head, Erwa's eyes, which had once flickered with various thoughts, were now filled only with resentment—deep, intense hatred that was uncharacteristic for his age, transforming him entirely.
From hope to despair, it was a shift from heaven to hell. She suppressed the turmoil and anger within her heart and gently asked once more, "Tell me, how did you end up here? How did you escape that calamity?"
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