The little girl was also bone-thin. She looked at Mr. He without speaking, her eyes filled with confusion.
Looking at her tiny, frail body, Mr. He felt a storm of emotions.
"Where's your dad?"
Xiao Yu pointed inside. "Dad's in the house."
Mr. He patted her on the head and walked toward the house.
When he reached the door, Mr. He couldn't help but frown. 'Who draws their curtains when it's not even dark out?'
Mr. He pushed the door open and went inside. The first thing he saw was He Ze curled up on the daybed.
"Second Brother, get up. I need to talk to you."
He Ze remained on the daybed. As Mr. He got closer, he saw that He Ze had his legs drawn up, his hands clutching his stomach. He was clenching his jaw and trembling, his forehead slick with sweat.
He immediately climbed onto the daybed and touched He Ze's forehead. It was covered in a cold sweat.
He could feel He Ze shivering under his hand.
