"Brother, I'm hungry." Li Ya's voice was as thin as a gnat. His face was sallow and his eye sockets were sunken. Only his big eyes still showed some vitality. She is only seven years old and has been fleeing famine with Li Ming for three months.
Li Ming's throat moved and he took out the last half of a dark piece of bran cake from his arms. He found this in an abandoned village yesterday. It was as hard as a rock and he was reluctant to eat it.
