They looked so pitiful that Lin Xinlan couldn't help stopping in her tracks, waiting for them to approach.
Before she even had the chance to speak, the old man looked towards her and took the initiative, "Young lady, hello, may I ask if you could spare some hot water for us to drink?"
He looked at her, his gaze filled with a hint of pleading.
The girl beside him, her cheeks red from the cold, was thin and trembling in the wind, as if she might collapse at any moment.
Fearing that she might mistake them for bad people, the old man hurriedly explained, "Don't get the wrong idea, we're not bad people. This is my granddaughter; we just ran out of money for the trip home, so we've been begging all the way here. We haven't had anything to eat for two days, could you kindly give us a bowl of rice?"
It turned out they were just like her, all poor souls.
Lin Xinlan smiled slightly, "My house is just up ahead, if you don't mind, you can rest at my place."
