"Well, isn't Sister Dai Yu busy today?"

Shen Tangtang was puzzled. Lin Daiyu was one month older than her. Although the orphanage stipulated that orphans of the same age would become adults today, many orphans still left the concentration camp a few days in advance. Lin Daiyu left last week.

"Well, come over and give some points to Qiqi."

Lin Daiyu lowered her eyebrows. She felt her face burning and didn't dare to look at Shen Tangtang. "Thank you. Give Qiqi the nutrient solution. I understand."

"It's okay, Qiqi is my sister too."

Shen Tangtang didn’t take it seriously, but just looked at the person who was bright and charming before and became like this now, and for a moment she didn’t know what to feel.

Maybe it’s not Lin Daiyu’s fault. For a ghost like the male protagonist, a vampire that cannot be shaken off, ordinary people can only accept their fate.

"Thank you, I'll return your points!"

Lin Daiyu looked at Shen Tangtang with pleading eyes, hoping that she would go to the redemption window with her to exchange points.

Shen Tangtang waved her hand, "No need, Sister Dai Yu, you know, we don't have to care about this, it's just a nutrient, just don't let Qiqi go hungry in the future."

"Thank you, and I'm sorry."

Lin Daiyu felt ashamed to face her sisters, and ran away in a panic, with only a tiny voice echoing in her ears.

Shen Tangtang's eyes deepened. It's not that she hadn't thought about helping, but she didn't know why Lin Daiyu changed the idea he had insisted on for more than ten years. She could only say that she respected the fate of others.

Shen Tangtang had nothing to pack. Although she had lived in the concentration camp for 13 years, she had very few things of her own.

A tattered quilt, a washed-out towel, two sets of patched clothes, and a washbasin.

Even if you pack it in a sack, it still weighs less than 50 kilograms.