If she really lived in this place,she wouldn't want to face him like an enemy at that time. When that time comes,he would take care of her. Who would she cry for?
Although the man didn't agree very much,he could only give up.
Seeing her feet,it was winter,so it should be very cold. However,he still said," Are your feet okay?" There was a sense of comfort.
Cold,of course,cold. After all,who was cold? But now,she had no place to change it. She could only helplessly say," It was quite cold just now,but it's slowly getting colder. I' ll find a place to change it later."
"Yes."
As they spoke,they continued walking forward. After walking for about five minutes,they stopped in a dilapidated place.
It was a tile-roofed house. There were some places where there were no tiles. The walls were a
