Gu Jin held the disheveled An Mingji in her arms, walked a distance, and slowly stopped.
Wanhai was both familiar and strange to her, yet she couldn't find a place to reside.
Where could she take little An?
Gu Jin clenched her fist gently around An Mingji's hand.
An Mingji, in her embrace, looked back at the wooden boards abandoned by the roadside, his eyes showing a complex reluctance.
How would he move without the boards in the future?
With his legs disabled, he could only crawl on the ground.
Crawling until his arms were scraped and bleeding, day after day, the wounds would get infected, causing blood to flow incessantly.
Once he crawled on all fours, his body was covered in blood, nearly dying from infection.
He didn't want to endure those pains again, it hurt too much.
The woman holding him didn't know where to take him.
He dared not speak, asking her to retrieve the wooden boards.
The man she had kicked away before made him realize how terrifying this woman was.
