He turned on his cell phone and clicked on the thing sent by Flying Eagle.
His face, which had been joyful, lost its color in an instant. He stared at the woman in the photo with shock and pain.
A bone-piercing pain spread in his blood, making his heart fiercely throb.
The image on the phone and the black-and-white photo almost matched each other.
Although one was a little girl and the other was an adult girl, the image of loneliness was very similar.
She sat in a corner, bare-footed, in a corner to block the wind.
Her slim body curled up tightly, like a lost beast surrounded by the cold wind in winter.
Even if it was a still picture, it seemed to see her shaking constantly.
Her white face was a little dirty, and the rouge had long been peeled off, revealing her bloodless and trans
