"Brother, when will my mother come home? My father is going crazy looking for her."
The little boy, about five or six years old, with pigtails, stared at Nathan Wei in front of him with big, twinkling eyes, full of expectation.
"Brother, I want to eat more."
Next to the little boy, a little girl who was about three years old tugged at the boy's clothes and spoke in a low voice.
The girl looked pale and thin, with yellow hair on her head, just like the weeds that are gradually withering in autumn.
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