Yueliang stood in place, watching as Zhang Qiling was scooped up horizontally in someone's arms and carried after Black Glasses.
He looked no heavier than a small child. When his knees were lifted, she could even see the curve of his waist, and the lines of his spine outlined against his clothes as the fabric pulled taut.
Just how much suffering must this child have endured to become this emaciated, reduced to nothing more than skin and bones?
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