Anthony turned around, pretending not to see Miao Miao who was crying profusely. She had been like that for the whole day. It was nearly midnight, yet she was still weeping.
"Damn it! She will attract wild animals and bandits to us. What's wrong with her?" Anthony muttered, poking the embers of the fire they made with a short stick.
They had camped thirty minutes ago, and Xinglan had gathered firewood, and set up the fire.
A blanket was wrapped around Anthony's shoulders, and he stared absentminded at the fire. He looked at Miao Miao again and sighed. Maybe, the reason he couldn't relate with her devastation was because he never had parental love to begin with. But Tong Tong's parents also died, both died at once. Why is Miao Miao the only one that kept bawling her eyes out?
