Roxanne patted Estella, trying her best to comfort the latter. Still, the sobs of the little girl in her arms sounded weaker and weaker.

“Essie?” Roxanne gazed down concernedly.

Estella had pa*sed out after crying for so long, but tears continued to roll down her cheeks from the corner of her eyes.

Roxanne struggled to catch her breath, as she could hardly stand the pain in her chest when she took in Estella’s wretched state.

The weather is so cold, and Essie’s wearing such thin ...