Gu Jiaojiao got dressed and went outside, but before she could even ask what was wrong,
Sweet Girl dropped to her knees in the snow with a THUD and kowtowed to Gu Jiaojiao, her head striking the ground with a dull THUMP, THUMP.
"Sister, Uncle Lin is going to sell Xiao Yang! Please, I'm begging you to save him."
'She didn't know who else to turn to.'
'Gu Jiaojiao was her only hope.'
Gu Jiaojiao hurried forward to help Sweet Girl up.
Her eyes fell on Sweet Girl's small hands, which were bright red from the cold.
They used to have at least a little flesh on them, but now they were as thin as withered twigs.
The backs of her hands were covered in several bleeding cracks from the cold. Upon closer inspection, Gu Jiaojiao saw that the wounds had already begun to fester with pus.
'It's only been a little over ten days since we last saw each other. How did her hands get this bad?'
Gu Jiaojiao's heart ached for her.
"How do you know Xiao Yang is being sold? Where is he now?"
