Suizi took the little boy, rushing relentlessly towards the bridge.
No time to ask further questions on the way, wishing she could make her bicycle fly like the wind.
Under the bridge, straw mats on the ground, blue, red, and white silk bags ripped open as wind barriers, was the temporary residence of the little boy and his grandmother.
Suizi tossed her bike to the side of the road. She didn't hear the child's cries. Her heart was hanging.
She rushed over, only to see a ragged old woman, carefully holding a swaddle with Little Luoluo lying inside!
Suizi rushed over, took the child, and was about to kneel to the old woman, grateful for her kindness.
The old woman hurriedly stopped her.
"That won't do!"
"Without you, my daughter might have…" Suizi choked up. This was her family's benefactor.
"Your child is truly blessed, we didn't have much to feed her, only a few sips of rice soup, she must be hungry, but she didn't cry."