What humans did best was beautify their own memories.
Chen Xin did not believe at all that the scenes the seven of them had seen had actually happened.
They might have held some significance, but they were certainly a beautified, distorted representation.
Looking back at those scenes with that premise in mind, perhaps everything would be different.
In those memories, he was [Xiao Liu], the hot-tempered Xiao Liu.
The seven children had been adopted by a married couple, one a compulsive gambler, the other a violent brute.
On a snowy day just like this one, the seven of them had been driven out of the house and onto the streets to "work."
That "work" simply meant using any means necessary to bring back food, clothing, and daily necessities. The couple did not care how they got them.
Among them, [Xiao Qi] often handled talking to passersby face-to-face because he liked to stay clean, while the others secretly worked their tricks behind them. The ultimate goal was to get "food" or "money."
But that day, they had come away empty-handed. Then a little girl had suddenly collapsed.
Chen Xin was not sure whether that was [Xiao San] or [Xiao Wu], but they were the only two girls among the seven children, so the one who had fallen ill had to be one of them.
The other six children had taken the sick little girl from door to door, begging for food, but they had not even managed to get a cup of hot water.
Then [Xiao Qi] had gone to the next block. Although he had come back with his face bruised and swollen, he had successfully brought back two steaming buns.
The most crucial scene in their memories had appeared at that moment.
[I want to run away...]
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