Touch the 30-year-old, but his brow is full of vicissitudes. She only wore thin clothes and trembled slightly in the cold wind. Another gust of wind blew and she held the baby in her arms.

That's probably her son, wrapped in two quilts, snuggling in his mother's arms. Perhaps it was her mother who snuggled up to him. She clung to the child and hugged her tightly, hoping to share her body temperature.

Half the children forgot that they were still sitting on the freezing ground, still shaking. ...

At this time, another north wind roared past us with fallen leaves. As simple as grass and Buddha's, the wood has fallen off, which is extremely harsh and violent. She was trembling. However, she wrapped the child in the quilt again.

Some, then, without any hesitation.