The little girl cautiously walked over from under the shade of the tree.
The girl appeared very shy. She didn't disturb Gu Weijing, who was drawing, but stopped a few steps in front of Du Wen.
She tentatively extended the Snow White doll in her hand.
"Uncle, can you play with me?"
Du Wen had no interest in playing dolls with the little girl.
He was still dwelling on his report in his mind and only subconsciously took the doll.
When their skin touched, he felt the little girl's hand was cold and skinny, like a dry twig.
He looked up and, out of professional habit as a journalist, glanced at her.
The girl looked wrinkled and shabby,
dark and small, like a little piece of charcoal.
Even though not quite a porcelain doll now, the chances of her turning into a beauty one day were slim.
The only highlight was her pair of beautiful big eyes,
besides that, her attire was lackluster.
