บท 41: Chapter 41: Cold Mixed Clam Salad

But nobody paused for a moment for her!

Her heart clenched painfully.

Her hands had formed into fists.

In this polished city, scavengers as foolish and senile as this old woman were as common as hairs on an ox, bullied and chased away. Even if they lived almost servilely, even if they groveled like insignificant ants, it absolutely couldn't earn them a respectful glance from anyone.

For those who live, sorrow is plentiful, but how numb can one become?

Beyond the high-rises and the dazzle of money and beauty, how many people besides her were displaced and wandering?

Compassion is cheap.

In the stark reality, everyone has shut their hearts, already stingy with charity.

But today, she didn't know what came over her, and she just couldn't bring herself to ignore this old person looking for her mother.

Maybe there were many more unfortunate and miserable people than her.

But at that moment, she inexplicably felt pity.

"Hold on!"