CHAPTER 1226: CHAPTER 1220: FIND THAT BEGGAR

Miss Du nodded and said, "Yes, it’s him."

Cuiya sighed, her face bearing a look of sympathy.

She said, "The winters in the north are cold, and many beggars don’t survive the season. Some starve to death, others freeze to death. Even the healthiest beggars might not make it through, let alone one with disabilities? Missing an arm, with bad legs, and ostracized by other beggars. It’s already been tough for him to survive these few months in the city. Miss, better not to ask, I fear he is probably... Ah, Miss, where are you going..."

Without waiting for Cuiya to finish, Miss Du had already put on a thick cloak and descended from the building.

Is that beggar dead?

Why did she feel inexplicably sad upon hearing this news?

He was a peculiar beggar, timid, always hiding from people.

She had arranged for food to be sent to him regularly, and as the weather grew colder, she also had warm clothes delivered for him.

She didn’t dare to approach him, only daring to look at him from afar, to see if he was still alive.

Because if she got close, he would run away, appearing very scared.

Carrying a cloak in her hand, Miss Du left the Manxiu Building, her feet sinking intermittently into the snow as she made her way to a cluster of dilapidated houses.

It was the most secluded corner of the city, housing the poorest among the glittering society, and of course, beggars as well.

For someone like Miss Du to appear here seemed rather abrupt.

Luckily, today the Manxiu Building was distributing porridge, so the poor and beggars had gone for a full meal, making the place unexpectedly quiet, and no one noticed her.

In the ramshackle house, Miss Du saw a person shivering uncontrollably.

He huddled in a corner, his body curled up into itself.

Miss Du breathed a sigh of relief; as long as he was still alive, that was enough. Yet she wondered why he hadn’t gone to get his share of the porridge from the Manxiu Building.

She approached him cautiously for fear of startling him.

Perhaps it was the cold and hunger that lessened his vigilance, and he did not notice someone nearing.

Miss Du draped the thick cloak she was carrying over him.

The person trembling against the wall stiffened instantly and raised his head.

A filthy face, with only one eye peering out from between locks of hair.

Upon seeing Miss Du, he was stunned, momentarily forgetting to react.

By the time he came to his senses, he found his leg was in agonizing pain, so much so that he couldn’t stand up.

Miss Du quickly pressed him, saying, "Don’t get up, I mean no harm, I just came to see how you are. Today, Manxiu Building is serving porridge, why didn’t you go?"

"I..." he spoke with difficulty, having not spoken for a long time, his voice was very hoarse.

He said, "My leg pain flared up, and I can’t find my cane, couldn’t make it!"

This was the first time Miss Du had heard him speak; his voice was hoarse but surprisingly clear with each and every word. Within that hoarse voice seemed to be an endless vicissitude of life.

From the first time she saw him, she felt he was not an ordinary beggar.

His calm and steady words confirmed he was no ordinary beggar.

Miss Du sat beside him, patiently asking, "Where are you from? How did you end up this way?"

The beggar glanced at her then quickly lowered his head, "I... I was a soldier, lost my arm in the war, and later hurt my leg, so I could only become a beggar."