C216 Charity Fund 5

"Little Four!" A voice suddenly erupted from the crowd.

Heads turned in unison toward the source, where in the corner of the arena, a middle-aged man knelt on the ground, hands covering his face, sobbing uncontrollably like a child. Beside him stood an elderly woman clad in simple homespun, her eyesight failing her. She watched her son crouched on the ground, sighing repeatedly