It was Wang Xian's first time in the city, and he had no idea where to go. He simply headed toward wherever looked lively.
After asking around, he arrived at a general store.
Just as he was about to go in and make some inquiries, someone suddenly tugged at his sleeve.
He turned around without thinking...
A girl in ragged clothes, her face smudged with dirt, looked up at him with a pair of dark eyes.
Wang Xian took the little girl's hand—and froze.
She was terribly thin. Who knew how many days she'd gone without food?
The sight of her filled him with heartache.
He asked, "Little girl, where are your parents?"
She replied in a small voice, "Bad people killed them!"
Then she took Wang Xian by the hand and led him to a big tree by the roadside. An old man in ragged clothes sat on the ground beneath it.
She looked up and said, "Big brother, this is my grandpa."
The old man said nothing, only watched him quietly. Wang Xian wasn't sure what to make of it.
The little girl spoke timidly. "Big brother, I'm hungry."
At her words, Wang Xian felt as if a needle had pierced his chest.
What kind of damned world was this? People were still going hungry?
Without another word, he took out two flatbreads, gave one to the old man, and pressed the other into the girl's hand.
He couldn't help asking, "White Snow City is so big..."
The little girl shook her head. "Everyone looks down on me. They only laugh at me and scold me. Why would they give me money..."
Wang Xian fell silent for a long moment.
After thinking it over, he took out a Storage Ring and put it in the little girl's hand.