Jiang Yan didn't speak but simply handed the pink thermos she was holding to Mo Shiyao, sincerely saying:
"Shiyao, drink up all this water first."
Mo Shiyao remained unmoved.
She quietly glanced at Jiang Yan, a trace of despair flickering in her eyes as she murmured:
"My grandfather doesn't want me anymore, and neither do my two older brothers..."
Having said that, she wrapped her arms around her knees, her head drooping down once more.
Only then did Jiang Yan notice that Mo Shiyao's fair and delicate hands were covered with swollen red spots due to the cold weather.
They were frostbites.
She took off her backpack, pulled out a box of cooling balm and a pair of fur gloves, and said, "Shiyao, apply this, and then put these on."
Seeing her patiently talking to Mo Shiyao, who paid no attention at all, Lin Xiaohui walked over and said in a low voice:
"Jiang Yan, she must be psychologically shocked; she needs some time to recover."