Yue Han looked sentimental in the face. "When Shuang and I were born, we were born crippled. That was a curse. We couldn't even move…"
"Brother was a kid who was several years older than us. He didn't have any method to earn even his own living. He begged others, kneeled down to everyone he met, to beg for food to feed us… When he got nothing of sympathy, he stole… We have seen a lot of the images of him being beaten by several men whom he stole from…"
"We just waited for food…" Yue Shuang's eyes turned red. "Those years… Brother got punched a lot for us… He suffered a lot for us…"
"Now, his sisters have grown up…" They both suddenly stopped taking and twisted their lips, as if they were going to cry out. However, they held it, took a deep breath, and stayed calm.
The others all nodded to show support. They could imagine how hard life could be for a little boy who was only six or seven years old, taking care of two disabled sisters, living on his own…
They all sighed in sorrow.