Wenwen froze to death, but she was not at peace even in death. Her skinny body was covered in wounds of various sizes. Her bright red blood had already frozen, crystallizing.
Xiaomi simply covered Wenwen with a thin blanket.
The door was wide open, but the house was bleak, devoid of anything that could keep the cold at bay.
Even Xu Qiuju was not at home.
Shen Zhiyu fell silent for a while. He was not sure if his guess was correct, but he still felt that Wenwen's death might have something to do with Xu Qiuju.
After all, she had such a weak mother...
"Zhiyu, why did you come looking for me?"
Xiaomi wiped away his tears and asked, sniffing.
He was genuinely saddened by Wenwen's death, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"I want to go outside the city to look for my father."
The kid was serious, showing no signs of joking.