"Sis... Sis... quick, wake up..."

A weak voice sounded in his ears. Shen Yunhe struggled to open his tired eyelids and directly faced the face of a child.

The child was about seven or eight years old. His long hair was messy, and his little face was dirty. Only his big eyes were shining, as if he was very happy.

Seeing that she had woken up, the child stretched out his hand in front of her and said with a smile on his dry and pale lips, "Sister, eat..."

Shen Yunhe lowered his head to take a look. He held a bun in his hand, protecting it like a treasure as he presented it in front of her.

He seemed to be a little scared and looked back. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he continued, "Hurry up..."

Shen Yunhe's thoughts came back to normal.

This child was her " younger brother", Shen Sizhe.

Three or four days ago, she traveled through time and came to this unknown village from modern times. She became a girl with the same name but only ten years old.

She had no parents and only a younger brother.

Because of the illness, her face also had a lot of sobs. It looked terrible, so she was thrown into the pig pen by her family and didn't ask about it. She hadn't eaten for several days.

The younger brother in front of her, Shen Sizhe, was also disliked. He had been hungry for many days. He was still trying his best to swallow saliva, but he gave her the steamed bun.

Shen Yunhe's heart immediately ached.

" Zhe'er..."

She spoke in a hoarse voice. Before she could finish her words, an old and sharp voice suddenly rang out from outside the pig pen.

"Little bastard! Give it back to me!"

She was a fierce-looking old woman.

Shen Sizhe seemed to be shocked and immediately hid the steamed bun. His face was pale and his weak body was trembling. He seemed to be very scared.

The old woman directly passed the middle-aged woman in the yard and broke into the pig pen. She directly picked up Shen Sizhe. "Where is the thing?"

Shen Sizhe bit his lip and shook his head, refusing to speak.

"Stupid fool! Shame on you!" The three rough old women directly threw Shen Sizhe to the ground and began to punch and kick him. "Hand him over! Otherwise, I will beat you to death!"

Shen Sizhe held the steamed bun tightly on his chest, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were full of stubbornness.

Seeing that his face was a little pale after being beaten, Shen Yunhe was extremely anxious. He struggled to get up, but fell down heavily.

"Stop... stop!"

The old woman wouldn't listen to her, so she fought harder. Shen Sizhe's lips were bitten by her, and blood oozed out. It seemed that he couldn't stand those punches and kicks.

Shen Yunhe was so anxious that he looked at the courtyard for help. A middle-aged woman in her forties was doing needlework and did not care about anything in the pig pen.

Shen Yunhe knew that this was their aunt. She wouldn't care about their lives at all.

Shen Yunhe could only clench his teeth and support himself. He stumbled forward and hugged the old woman's thigh.

"Don't, don't hit him! He can't hold on any longer!"

Only then did the old woman look at Shen Sizhe. Seeing that his face was blue and purple after being beaten by her, he seemed to be out of breath. She was also afraid that she would beat him to death, so she could only spit at the side with hatred. "Bah! It's a thing without a mother!"

As if she didn't understand, she kicked Shen Sizhe again and then left angrily.

Shen Yunhe finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to check on Shen Sizhe's situation.

The little child closed his eyes tightly, as if he had fainted.

Chen Yunhe's heart trembled. He said frantically, " Zhe'er? Zhe'er, how are you?!"