598: Pitiable Men (Part Two)

He cupped his hands over his mouth, blew out a breath of white steam, and then rubbed his palms together before he blankly raised his head to gaze into the boundless night sky.

The night was like a black silk satin, adorned with glittering and bright cold stars that made the winter night seem even colder and more lonely.

Yue Ning liked to watch the stars. He remembered the time his mother abandoned him in town; he was too young to recognize the roads or know where his home was. Hungry, bullied by beggars, and shunned by passersby for his filth.

When he was most ravenous, he even stuffed mud into his mouth, and one night, his belly burned fiercely, a pain so intense.

But he had no choice; he had to endure the pain. Later, he discovered a little trick: If he didn't focus on his stomach and thought about something else instead, it would lessen the pain a bit.