Old Master Meng looked at the little child, dark as the night. He seemed to be no older than four, with eyes that were incredibly black and bright, like vessels filled with all the purity and beauty of the world.
Old Master Meng was not a man of overflowing empathy, but nor was he cold-blooded enough to ignore a helpless child.
Under ordinary circumstances, the most appropriate action for him, given his temperament, would have been to report to the authorities.
Old Master Meng thought for a moment and asked him, "Did you come out here by yourself? Where is your family?"
The little dark child's eyes spun around. She couldn't mention her wicked brother-in-law, or what if the old gentleman sent her back to him?
Clinging tightly to the small bundle in her arms, the child said earnestly, "I'm... I'm going to find my family!"
"Where is your family?" asked Old Master Meng.
"At Tianqiong Academy!" the little dark child said.