Green Town is located in the northwest of the continent. It has a mild climate and beautiful scenery. Although it snows heavily every winter, people prefer to call it a snow scene rather than a snow disaster. The tourists who come from far and wide provide a good income for the locals.

But how can everything be fixed? What is my treasure is your dregs.

Snow that is loved by the whole town can also be hated by some.

Jack, who is only five years old, is one of them. For such a young child, snow is probably the first thing he hates.

Lord Viscount Russell, the lord of Green Town, is a good lord, and the people live in peace and prosperity under his rule.

But even in times of prosperity, tragedy is never lacking.

Jack is the product of tragedy. Orphaned and alone, he ended up in Jack Town. This is his first winter here, and probably his last.

He and two other unwanted children were huddled in an alley. There was nowhere to keep warm in the alley, but at least the cold wind wouldn't lash their thin bodies. It was the best place they could find to stay.

Young Jack couldn't understand the meaning of death, but he could at least feel physical pain; he disliked cold and hunger.

Jack was feeling a little dizzy when suddenly, several people walked into the alley.

Walking in front was a little girl with delicate features, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat. Jack had never seen such beautiful clothes without patches before, let alone such a clean girl. She was small and cute, and she carried an intoxicating fragrance, the same fragrance of freshly baked bread that he had smelled outside the bakery before.

Jack stared blankly at the toast in the little girl's hand, his mouth watering, but he didn't dare to snatch it because there were two fierce-looking adults standing behind the little girl. He had tried to steal things when he was starving before, but all he got in return was a beating.

The little girl glanced indifferently at Jack and his two companions, then handed them the toast she was holding, right in front of Jack.

Jack timidly reached out his hand, but after his little hand touched the toast, he fiercely grabbed it.

Jack glanced warily at his two companions who were sticking together for warmth. With food in front of him, the camaraderie they had shared for three days was immediately forgotten. He held the toast to his chest like a mother hen protecting her chicks, and then began to wolf down the bread.

tasty!

Jack realized for the first time that food could be so delicious, besides being used to fill one's stomach.

The little girl watched Jack eat and spoke up, "I have a piece of bread, so I can save a child. I chose one of them, so I had to give up the other two. My choice was random, but the one chosen is no more noble than the one who was not chosen. So what really determines their life and death? Fate? Or God?"

Jack listened to those strange words, but he couldn't understand them and wasn't interested. What he was thinking about now was whether this little girl could give him something more. Among the good people he had met in the past, they all seemed to like being a good person.

But after the little girl finished speaking, she ignored Jack and the others. She turned around and left, while the two adults followed silently behind her like puppets.

Jack felt a little disappointed, but he didn't try anything because of it. All he wanted to do now was to fall asleep peacefully with the feeling of fullness in his stomach.

Jack was lucky; he made it through the winter.

That piece of bread made him die a day later than his two companions. When people discovered the bodies of the two children, the townspeople fell silent, and Jack saw some people even crying out loud.

So Jack was taken to someone's home in a daze. He couldn't remember how many people's homes he had mooched meals from. Anyway, by the time he was kicked out of his home, spring had already arrived.

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Jack is six years old this year.

He successfully befriended some of the town's wild children, gained so-called friends, and his life improved. He spent this winter in a small, dilapidated house that let in drafts from all sides, but at least the snow couldn't get in.

His friends weren't wealthy either; at least Jack was always hungry.

He's outside dragging a body away because just last night, one of his friends starved to death, and their leader, a ten-year-old boy, ordered him, the youngest, to throw the body far away.

After struggling for a long time, Jack's hands were cracked from the cold, but the thought of returning to his little hut soon made him grin like an idiot.

When Jack returned to the house, he found that his friends, who usually preferred to lie down, had all stood up and were gathered around a group, cheering and jumping for joy.

Jack squeezed his way in and saw a whole basket of toast, but this time, what caught his eye even more was the still tiny girl.

She seemed to have grown taller, and her cotton-padded coat had changed to gray. As soon as Jack saw that clean face, his memory was instantly transported back to that winter a year ago.

Jack was the last to arrive. The other children had already received their bread. When the little girl saw Jack arrive, she took a piece of bread from the box and handed it to him.

Jack wolfed down his food again, but this time he didn't hold back, because everyone around him seemed to be his friends.

At this moment, the little girl spoke up, saying, "This time, I have a basket of bread, so I can save all the children in the town. But nothing will change in the outside world that I can't see. If some people are destined to be abandoned, then why did we even try to save them in the first place?"

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