It was a child's cry. It was very fierce. It was convulsive and painful. There was an impulse to immediately hold the crying child in his arms and comfort him.

"where's the kid from?" In the fifth year of junior high school, although he was also infected by the cry, he was able to keep a relatively calm.

how can there still be children in this deserted village for so many years? It's very unreasonable.

thirteen and I are looking forward vigilantly. The cry is too weird. It's not a common thing.

"what a poor child!" Liang Siqi eyes with love, whisper, straight to the front.

"come back!" I roared,...