Chen Hui led them into a mountain hollow, where the source of the river was located.

Because it was winter, the river was relatively dry and the riverbed was exposed above the water.

There were several cows by the river. Some were lying on the riverbed, swatting mosquitoes with their tails, while others were chewing the grass in their bellies.

Under a century-old tree, there is a small thatched cottage.

Chen Hui pushed open the fence, and Jiang Wei and Xiao Zhan went inside together. The people inside heard the noise and came out of the house.

"Sister Chen, you're back!" The boy happily came out of the house upon hearing the voice.

The sound of children's voices came from inside the house, and Xiao Zhan's heart finally returned to normal. He seemed to be so afraid of losing them that his thoughts had become somewhat uncontrollable and skewed.

They clearly said it was a boy, why won't he believe it...?

Looking at so many people in the courtyard, she was momentarily at a loss. She stood by the door, clutching the hem of her clothes, and looked at Chen Hui questioningly.

Jiang Wei had prepared herself mentally, but the moment she saw him, her heart ached uncontrollably.

She wore a dirty, old, and tattered thin cotton coat, the sleeves of which were too short, and her thin wrists were exposed like vines. Her trousers, which she wore in spring and summer, were also too short and had many patches on them.

He wore a pair of cloth shoes with open soles, and his big toe was sticking out.

Although he was already ten years old, he looked only seven or eight years old in height, and his face was sallow and thin with many bruises.

Jiang Wei's eyes were red and tears welled up, but she couldn't utter a sound as she choked on her words.

She took off her cloak, forgetting the pain in her legs, and tried to hurry over.

Xiao Zhan scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the boy's side, then put her down.

Xiao Zhan draped her cloak over her shoulders and then took off his own cloak to wrap the boy up.

The long cloak hung down from the boy's neck and piled on the ground.

When Xiao Zhan approached him, the boy involuntarily covered his head with his hands, his eyes numb but not humble.

The fist that he expected to land didn't hit him.

The cloak carried Xiao Zhan's body heat, and the warmth spread throughout his body. It took him a while to make sure he wouldn't get beaten up.