Then Minghao ran up and tugged on her mother's hand. "Mama, Xiao Mei wants to braid my hair. Can I?" Xia Mei was around 12 years old. She was a sensible girl but had a tiny body because they lacked enough food for their growth.
Tang Fei warmly smiled at her. "Of course you can, darling. Go ahead and do it!" This was the way Xia Mei wanted to give back to them as a gesture of being grateful for their donations. How could they decline such a sweet gesture?
Feihao skipped off again, and Tang Fei chuckled lightly. "She's a lot like me when I was her age." Tang Fei could recall her life; even though she grew up in the assassin camp, she still managed to be a child at that age.
Huo Ting Cheng looked at her intently. "And what would you have wanted back then, if someone like you had visited?"
Tang Fei thought about that for a moment. "Hope. Just… I hope that things can get better. That's all they need, and then, these little things can always motivate them."
