The old woman's cloudy eyes blinked: "Dear, the flood washed away all our food, my grandson has been hungry for two days..."
She pointed not far away, where a sallow, emaciated boy clung to a tree trunk, his lower body submerged in water, shivering with cold.
Han Lei's nose tingled. She took her own cloak from the carriage and wrapped it around the child, who recoiled in fear.
"Don't be afraid," Han Lei said softly, pulling a steamed bun from the space and handing it to him, "Eat up."
The child was obviously starving. At the sight of the bun in Han Lei's hand, he didn't even bother to reach out and directly bit into it with his mouth. Hot steam swirled in front of his dirty little face, making his eyes appear even brighter.
"Eat slowly, eat slowly. Don't choke." Han Lei said softly.
The old woman saw that the child had food and wiped her tears, thanking Han Lei repeatedly.
Han Lei handed the child wrapped in the cloak back to the old woman and took out another bun for her.
