"It's okay to be kicked out of the house," Shao Bianyun murmured to himself, his voice hoarse, "It's okay not to stay in such a cold place." But even so, the tears in the corners of his eyes could not help but fall. He was only fifteen years old, penniless, living in the capital, without any relatives, his future was uncertain, and he didn't even know whether he would survive tomorrow.
