The thin figure timidly walked over from the opposite side of the street, wearing dirty, wrinkled clothes that clearly hadn't been washed in a long time.
Jennifer greeted as gently as possible, asking the little girl to lift her clothes and spin around, which completed the inspection.
She then had the little girl sit in the shade by the roadside, opened a can of fruit, and fed her spoonful by spoonful.
The little girl was obedient; with each mouthful, she would smile, her voice crisp, extraordinarily pleasant and satisfied.
"What's your name?"
"Gina."
"Gina, where are your parents?"
"They told me to wait by the roadside, and then... they disappeared."
"By the roadside in town?" Zhou Qingfeng asked with a frown.
The little girl shook her head, trying hard to recall: "Not here, it's by the roadside far, far away."
