It Has Nothing to Do With Money!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Xinhe Residential Area, Block 4, Building 1, Floor 15.
"Mom, I'm so scared. Will we starve to death?" A six-year-old girl was curled up in her mother's arms, her cheeks ruddy.
"No, child, hold on. Someone will definitely come to save us." The mother's eyes were red as she rubbed her daughter's feet and hands to prevent them from getting cold.
"Daddy, where's daddy..." The little girl murmured.
"Daddy will come back, he will come back..." The mother's voice was choked with sobs, and her body was trembling slightly.
A few days ago, her husband took the risk to go out and never came back.
There was no water, no electricity, and no signal in the neighborhood. The food and drinks at home were all gone.
Even though she had given all the food to her daughter on an empty stomach, the six-year-old child was weak and still came down with a fever that reached 40 degrees.