Su Jiyai watched him eat with quiet patience, her heart aching for him.
When he finally finished, she gently placed her hand on his head.
"Are you okay now?" she asked softly, brushing away a stray tear from his cheek.
He nodded, still too stunned to speak.
Su Jiyai turned toward Qin Feng and gave a quick nod. "Please bring me some warm water and clothes for him."
Qin Feng didn't question her. He simply nodded and disappeared into the crowd, returning moments later with a bowl of warm water and a bundle of clothes.
Su Jiyai dipped a cloth into the water and gently began wiping the dirt from the boy's face.
Her hands were careful, treating him as though he was fragile.
She could feel the tension in his body start to melt away as she cleaned him.
His skin was pale and thin, and she noticed how light he was, almost as if he hadn't been properly nourished for a long time.
She wiped his hands, cleaning the grime and dirt that clung to his skin.
