Sunlight streamed through the mottled window lattices onto our somewhat shabby dining table, casting a soft, golden glow over the scene before us.
The old woman who sold little turtles appeared even more frail than usual. Looking embarrassed, she cast an apologetic glance at us, her eyes filled with remorse. With a trembling and helpless voice, she said, "Good sir, miss, I truly am sorry. Old as I am, I haven't eaten a single bite all day. My stomach was simply aching with hunger, and so I..."
Before she could finish, Xiao Yanyan and I instantly understood what she meant. Looking at her haggard face and sunken cheeks, our hearts swelled with pity.
Chapter 88