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The two little boys cried miserably, and when Xiangxiang got a clear look at their faces, he exclaimed in surprise, "It's them?"
Xiangxiang's voice was very soft amidst the noise of the funeral procession. However, Miao Xian, standing right beside him, still heard his words.
"Xiangxiang, do you recognize them?" Miao Xian asked.
Xiangxiang nodded, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted, "They are the sons of the woman I mentioned yesterday, who killed their father."
The father is dead, the mother is in prison, and who knows what fate awaits these two brothers?
Xiangxiang said nothing, but Miao Xian noticed the sympathy in his eyes for the two children. He found solace in the fact that his grandson didn't let his emotions drive him to ask his grandparent or parents for help.
"Do you want to help them?" Miao Xian asked with a smile.
Xiangxiang shook his head, "I don't have the ability for that; even if I could help, it would only be temporary."
