In his previous life, he was sold to an abusive parent three times, and finally starved to death on the road to escape.
The two milk babies beside them didn't even leave a shroud behind.
When she opened her eyes again, she was six years old.
In the drafty hut, my two-year-old brother and sister were too hungry to cry.
In the back of my mind, there is a warehouse filled with tens of billions of modern supplies.
Food, medicine, cloth, and utensils were enough to feed a city.
After three years of severe drought, food prices increased tenfold, and war broke out across the border.
The abusive relatives are still planning to trade her for a few bushels of brown rice.
She didn't wait any longer.
In one night, he emptied all his family's belongings, carried his younger brother and sister in hand, and embarked on the thousand-mile deserted road north to find his relative.
Behind him are the hungry and red-eyed refugees, and in front of him are the troubled times where soldiers and bandits are rampant.
Everyone thought that the three children would not survive more than three days.
But no one knew that that skinny six-year-old girl held the trump card in her hand that could crush this natural disaster.
