She missed her mother

However, one month had passed. One month had passed, and he still had not found his daughter, nor had she returned home.

He laid on a bed made of hard wooden boards. At first, he had a bed and a quilt, but now, he could sleep as he pleased. He could even sleep on the floor.

The village was very quiet. When it was dark, every house would close their doors and no longer go out. From time to time, the wind would blow out of the window. He couldn't help but turn over and curl up.

At this time, no one knew that in such a cold and desolate night, a small child ran out from the corner of the wall. It was a little girl. Her face was small, but her eyes were very big. Her body was very thin, and a gust of wind could almost blow up her wide sleeves. There were purple bruises on her small arms.