"Mother, Sister Zhou Jia said she would give us candy, mother."
She pushed the woman next to her, but she didn't move, just hugged her tightly.
The little girl's tears immediately came down. She knew that her mother was dead. She had died last night, killed by the swords of those barbarians. She escaped because her mother held her mouth and made her pretend to be dead. But she was still discovered by the barbarians and was killed with a knife.
The little girl looked at the corpses all around her and didn't know where to go next.
Her father, grandparents had all been killed by the Hu people, and her mother took her to flee, but where could they escape to?
There are barbarians everywhere here, and they are slaughtering ordinary people wantonly. She doesn't know how long this will last, nor does she know whether she can survive tomorrow.
She looked at Zhou Jia on the screen. Zhou Jia was smiling and talking to another clean-cut sister in front of the beautiful food.
She lowered her head and looked at herself again. She was naked, with the blood of her mother and strangers on her body. She was skin and bones, and her body was black.
"Mother, I really want to go to Sister Zhou Jia's place. It would be great if I could go and see Sister Zhou Jia."
Tears as big as beans fell from her face and hit the pool of blood on the ground, splashing blood-red water.
After a while, she touched her stomach, looked at the food on the screen, and then looked at her mother beside her. Her mother's words still echoed faintly in her ears:
"Ya Ya, if one day your mother dies, use a knife to cut off the flesh from her body, fill your stomach, and live well. As long as you live, things will get better."
She sat there for a moment, grabbed her mother's arm and wanted to bite it, but after a moment she let go of her hand and snuggled in her mother's arms greedily, saying weakly, "Mom, Yaya wants to go home..."
She missed the wild vegetable soup her father made, the cloth tiger her grandmother sewed for her, the little wooden horse her grandfather made for her, and even more, her mother's warm embrace.
Yaya's body was burning hot, and she was shivering with cold while hugging her mother. To make matters worse, it started raining, and the rain was getting heavier.
How can a child who has been malnourished for a long time and has not eaten properly, and now has a high fever, survive this rain?
But in this world, there are more than just Yaya who are in such a situation.
At this time, Zhou Jia was still in the cake shop talking to the clerk about the style of cake she wanted.
You can choose any cake from others, but her Majesty naturally wants to customize a unique one, otherwise how can it be worthy of his status? But what style should he customize?
She hadn't made up her mind yet and had only chosen cakes for the others, but she finally decided to leave the choice to His Majesty.
"Your Majesty, would you like fruit cake or cream cake?"
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