My husband is cold and heartless, we are reborn and divorced

Jiang Wan held her small body and wanted to put it on the wooden chair next to her, but he saw that a foot had fallen under the chair.

She had no choice but to put the person on the long, thin bench.

Holding the child in his arms felt like carrying a bag of cakes; he could not feel any weight at all. This child was not much better than the skinny old man on the bed.

Fu Yan looked at his hand, feeling a little annoyed. He shouldn't have used this hand just now.

This hand had just been tightly clasped with Jiang Wan's. Unlike the other cold hand, it seemed to carry Jiang Wan's scent and warmth.

Jiang Wan looked back and saw Fu Yan staring at her hand. She thought he was suffering from mysophobia and felt uncomfortable, so she took out her handkerchief and threw it to him, "Go get a doctor."

Jiaojiao was panicked at first, looking at the two tall strangers in the room, her small body trembling.

Jiang Wan felt his hands hurt from holding her shoulders. "It's okay. The doctor will be here soon."

Jiang Wan's voice had never been as soft as it was at that moment, and his palm gently patted her back.

She loosened her grip a little, and seeing that the child could sit steadily, she opened the candied fruit in her brocade bag and handed it to the child's lips, which were cracked and stained with blood. "This one is sweet and soft, would you like to try it?"

These were all Jiang Wan had on him, so he could only let her eat them first and then think of a way to buy her some more food to fill her stomach.

Jiaojiao sniffed the sweet and sour thing handed to her by the fairy-like woman in front of her, and it seemed to carry a bit of her fragrance.

It was different from the strong smell of perfumed powder that Liu Pozi from next door smelled when she stepped on her body.

The fairy smells faintly sweet.

"Don't worry, we are not bad people." Seeing that she refused to eat, Jiang Wan thought that the child was worried that he would do something bad to her.

His tone was gentle, "Then let me try one first?"

After saying that, he put the candied fruit that had just been brought to Jiaojiao's lips into his own mouth.

"Don't!" Grandma's voice was hoarse. She wanted to hold Jiang Wan's hand with her little hand, but then she pulled it back.

Jiang Wan was about to stuff the candied fruit into his mouth when his eyebrows jumped. "What's wrong? Are you worried that if I eat it, you'll have nothing left?"

Jiang Wan shook the brocade bag in his hand, "Don't worry, everything here is yours."

Jiaojiao shook her head and tapped her lips, "Dirty..."

The smile on Jiang Wan's face faded. He originally thought that he was afraid that he couldn't eat it, but it turned out that he felt it was dirty because he just touched her mouth.

Jiaojiao pursed her lips, and the pain at the crack at the corner of her lip made her grimace in pain.

Jiang Wan's crescent eyes narrowed as she smiled, "It's not dirty."

After saying that, he put the candied fruit in his hand into his mouth and said, "It's sweet, would you like to try it?"

Jiang Wan looked at the child in front of him whose eyes were withered but with a hint of hope. His nose felt sore and his throat seemed to be blocked.

She was too thin, so thin that Jiang Wan could see the veins under her skin. Even her eyelids were sunken, and her pair of cute grape-like eyes were slightly bulging. Her face was unnaturally small, and it made him feel sad no matter how he looked at her.

Jiang Wan took a deep breath, suppressed the sourness in his chest, and took out another candied fruit. "Here, try it?"

Jiaojiao stretched out her little hand tentatively. She was afraid that the people in front of her were just like the big brothers next door who deliberately used food to trick her. When she stretched out her hand, they would grab her hand and step on it on the ground. If she didn't step on it properly, they would throw the food on the ground if they were happy.

She could pick it up and use it as food for herself and her grandmother.

Jiang Wan glanced at her little hands, which were black. Jiang Wan knew that it was not because the child didn't like to be clean, but because of the environment...

"Can I feed you?" Jiang Wan pinched the candied fruit and handed it to her mouth.

Jiaojiao hesitated for a while...and didn't open her mouth.

Jiang Wan was puzzled, "Can't you eat this?"

Jiaojiao put her hands on her legs, which were so thin that no flesh could be seen. Her nails were almost broken by her. "This...can my grandma eat it?"

Fu Yanzheng came with the doctor.

Seeing Jiang Wan, who was squatting in the room, suddenly turned around, wiped his cheek with his sleeve, and turned back, "Look, the doctor is here, your grandma will get better, let's go to the street to buy some food for grandma, okay?"

After hearing the second half of the sentence, Jiaojiao opened her mouth cautiously.

"How is it? Is it sweet?" Jiang Wan smiled.

On the thin face, the dark eyes hid the light, and the voice was weak, "Sweet..."

After the doctor examined the old man carefully from head to toe.

In the end, he just shook his head at Fu Yan and said, "It happened in the past two days..."

Jiaojiao seemed to understand what the doctor said. Her nose and eyes suddenly turned red and tears flowed down like beans that could not be stopped.

Jiang Wan couldn't lie to her, as she obviously had her own understanding of death.

"Is Jiaojiao going to be alone?" A trembling voice with a strong cry broke out of her throat.

After all, she is a child. An adult would collapse if this happened to them, let alone a five-year-old child.

"Jiaojiao, it's okay. Grandma will be watching over you and blessing you in heaven."

Jiaojiao was not listening to Jiang Wan's words of comfort at all, and the candied fruit that she had just fed into her mouth with great difficulty fell out.

Jiang Wan looked at the candied fruit on the ground that she had only chewed a few bites of. She was reluctant to spit it out after putting it in her mouth. One could imagine how much hurt the doctor's words had caused her.

Jiang Wan couldn't stop her from crying. She was not like other children who knew nothing about death. She had experienced the death of her father and mother, and she already understood death in her heart.

Jiang Wan stood silently beside her, watching her venting her anger, and wiped the tears and snot from her face with his sleeve, "In her final moments, let's stay with grandma and take good care of her, okay?"

Jiang Wan had just finished speaking when the little man in front of him, who was crying breathlessly, suddenly jumped down from the bench and hit the ground with a thud.

Jiang Wan hurriedly held her up and checked her forehead, which was covered with mud. When Jiang Wan wiped off the dirt, he found that the child's forehead was swollen and purple. "This..."

Jiang Wan bit her lip and tried her best to hold back the tears that were about to burst out.

There's no way she can make any money with such a small body.

Those few grains of rice and half a steamed bun were probably obtained by her begging for them one by one.

If a person is kind, he will give more, but not everyone is compassionate. I'm afraid some people will only be beaten even if they have a bruise on their head.

Jiang Wan's tearful eyes glanced at her sleeves.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she resisted the urge to tease him.

"I beg you..."

Jiang Wan thought she asked him to take her away, and she did have this idea.

I could only hear her crying and begging in a hoarse voice: "Can you lend me a copper coin? I want to buy a piece of glutinous rice cake. Grandma likes it the most..."