Translator: Aran

  Apart from that, Ye Qingyu also saw a faint terror in the lovely and refined little boy's eyes, as if the boy was a bunny who had just stepped out of a conservatory and was wary of the harsh and foreign environment outside.

  "Mama, hungry." The child kept his voice down and puckered his dry lips, on which bloodstains had cracked.

  Hearing the boy's cries, the mother, who seemed to be in a trance, was abruptly woken up. It was only after she looked warily..