Hua Mi ignored the street urchin who was freezing to death. She used a kitchen knife to pry open the tent flap of Fang Huai's tent, and a stench hit her.
Hua Mi couldn't smell anything; she was wearing a respirator.
She saw that the tent was dark, and Fang Huai was lying on the wet bed, incontinent, his skinny chest rising and falling slightly.
His body was covered in injuries, from when Monkey King beat him up last time, and they hadn't healed yet.
Because he had no money to buy medicine or food.
They had no energy left to go out and seek help.
"Fang Xin."
Fang Huai lay on the bed, the cold air seeping straight into his bones.
His cloudy eyes only saw a figure enter, and he assumed it was his daughter returning.
"Give me something to eat."
"Fang Xin."
"I'm so cold"
In such cold weather, Fang Huai was still wearing a thin sweater. How could he not be cold?
It seems that Fang Xin hasn't paid attention to her father for a long time.
Hua Mi stood coldly in the damp tent, looking down at Fang Huai, who was lying on the sheets, his life already counting down.
The living conditions here are terrible.
"It's Ami."
Fang Huai finally saw some things clearly. He raised his withered hand, wanting to pull Hua Mi's hand, but he couldn't reach it.
He took a few quick breaths and laughed:
“Ami, Uncle.”
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Huai slowly closed his eyes, his withered hand falling heavily to his sides.
He died.
Yay! The weather is getting better and better! Yay!
(End of this chapter)
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