This year has been a mild winter, free of the bone-chilling cold of years past. As long as one wears a thick, padded jacket and warms oneself by the fire, life is quite comfortable. With the establishment of the shelter, the homeless have finally found a place to stay. When Zhao Yan went to inspect the facility, he noticed that the young beggar’s face was rosy and glowing with health.
"Greetings, Excellency."
Seeing Zhao Yan, the young beggar became timid and restrained. Zhao Yan reached out to touch the boy’s messy hair, which felt as dry and coarse as wild grass, and asked with concern, "Are you living well here? Is it still cold at night?"
Chapter 461