He Ao shifted his gaze toward the bakery nearby and walked straight over.
The bakery owner was an elderly woman, sitting behind the counter.
When she saw He Ao approaching, she froze slightly, then stood up and said slowly, "Young man, I paid this month's protection fee already. If you're hungry, there's bread in the shop. You can take whichever you like."
"Grandma, it's me, Loren. Do you remember me?" He Ao looked at her and quickly said, "I used to be at the Orphanage next door, and you often gave me little loaves of bread."
"Loren?" Old Man raised her head and looked at He Ao. "I seem to remember you a little. You've grown so much? What did you come back for?"
Seeing the confusion in her eyes, He Ao knew that she had not remembered him.
But he did not mind. Instead, he asked directly, "Do you remember the Orphanage next door? I came back this time, but I can't find it."
"Oh," Old Man sighed. "Don't mention it. A fire broke out at the Orphanage a few years ago. It all burned down."
"But after it burned down, nothing was left?" He Ao continued, "Like Ruins or something?"
"It burned clean," Old Man sighed. She turned around and took a small box of bread from the counter behind her. "How have you been lately? Are you hungry? Take some bread home to eat?"
"No, no," He Ao quickly waved his hands and smiled. "I found a job. The pay is decent."
He steered the conversation back. "So nothing was really left of the Orphanage?"
"No, nothing. It all burned clean," Old Man lowered her gaze. "Don't talk about it. The scene that day was terrible. It's better that it's gone now."
"Alright. Thank you, Grandma." He