He spoke with a calm expression, as if the person who died wasn't his mother, just a random stranger.
"And after that, have you been alone all this time?" Xiao Yifei asked.
"Yeah, I've been alone. As long as I don't offend those people, don't fight with them for food, they pretend as if they don't see me. So I can only come out at this time to find something to eat, otherwise, sooner or later, I will starve to death," the little boy said.
Xiao Yifei thought, these words don't sound like something a seven or eight-year-old child would say. Could it be that he was wrong in his judgment? So he asked, "How old are you now?"
"I should be thirteen, I'm not quite sure. Ever since my mom died, no one has told me my birthday anymore. The days here are so dull, and I don't even know how long I've been here," the little boy said.
"You're already thirteen. No wonder. Are you very hungry? Eat something quickly!" Xiao Yifei said, pointing to the things in the little boy's arms.