He Ru was also feeling thirsty, and Jian Ye's glass of water came at just the right time. She sipped the hot water, but felt a little resentful. This was the life Li Ke was living now!

Why should they, after all the hardship of their family fleeing here, be forced to share a large hall with two or three hundred other people, with only a few thin cardboard boxes separating them from their privacy?

In daily life, they can only maintain the most basic needs of being warm and fed. As for everything else, they have to tighten their belts and use things sparingly.

But someone as heartless as Li Ke can live alone in a one-bedroom apartment and even eat hot pot and drink uncontaminated tea with his neighbors. This world is so unfair!

Although Jian Ye's room was much more spacious than Li Ke's, it was also better insulated. Li Ke sat in his room dressed neatly and did not feel cold at all.

She held a water glass in her hand, but didn't bring it to her lips, nor did she speak again.

If He Ru wanted to perform, she would just watch quietly and wouldn't offer her any more words.

Is He Ru pitiful? She seems pitiful now, but who pitied Li Ke when she was young? She had already buried those past experiences deep inside, and she asked herself if she had been very magnanimous towards them.

He Ru started drinking the water slowly, indeed because this cup of clean tea was a rare treat for her at the moment.

But even after that, her movements remained very slow, as she waited for Li Ke to speak. However, even after she had finished the entire glass of water, the person opposite her remained silent.