Zhao Chuchu accompanied Kang Xiuwan quietly. Once the latter had cried enough, Zhao Chuchu passed a handkerchief to her and said, "Wipe away your tears. Come, have some food."
Kang Xiuwan looked at her with teary eyes. She asked, "Why don't you ask what happened?"
"You will tell me if you want to. If you don't, I won't ask any questions to remind you of your pain. Everything will be okay. What matters is that you live on," said Zhao Chuchu as she took out the food from the lunchbox she had brought and put them on the table. "Come, let's eat."
Kang Xiuwan wiped off her tears, came to the table, and sat down.
The dishes were still hot. Although they were all very ordinary, Kang Xiuwan felt warm inside.
Zhao Chuchu braved the danger of being discovered and delivered this food to her in secret. As for the members of the Kang clan, aside from ridiculing her, they had completely forgotten about her existence. They did not care whether she lived or died.