Dour broke into a tearful smile, fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the blue cloth bag.
Wang Jianguo noticed the bruises visible at the boy's cuffs, recalling the clubs the thugs had brandished mere hours before. His smile grew heavy with solemnity.
"Last month, when Widow Zhang’s child had a breakout of rashes, she walked twenty miles through the night just to reach town for medicine. If you lot had gone..."
Chapter 725