As Xia Chumiao looked around, she could only see the clean and spotless uppers of the two people's leather shoes.
Judging from the few times she had come to see Xia Chuhe, the nobles looked down on the poor.
Otherwise, Xia Chuhe wouldn't treat him so coldly.
She knew that it was not easy for Xia Chuhe in the aristocratic academy, and she tried to avoid contact with her. She only came to give her gifts during festivals to prevent Xia Chuhe from being isolated.
But this time, grandma is really dying...
He couldn't swallow his last breath, and muttered about Xia Chuhe in a daze, just wanting to see her.
Tears dripped down her eyelashes, splashing on the dry road. She was waiting for the young lady's forgiveness.
She waited for a piece of white, soft tissue.
"Wipe it off, you don't have to apologize."
It was almost a collision, but it didn't happen.
Chu Junling lowered her eyes to look at the tissue box in her palm, her gaze only on Su Ci, still a little resentful: "Senior sister is really kind and enthusiastic."
No one wiped his tears.
Even though he hadn't cried since he became conscious.
The same thing applies. He can refuse it, but the senior sister cannot refuse to give it to him, especially when it is something that a mere stranger can easily get.
If you don't want to wipe your tears, you can wipe something else.
"Thank you, thank you kind lady."
Xia Chumiao didn't dare to refuse and took the paper tremblingly. The delicate and beautiful prints, with the refreshing scent of jasmine tea, made her reluctant to dirty it.
After wiping away her tears and snot, she dared to look up cautiously. Her red eyes quickly glanced at Su Ci, then she lowered her head embarrassedly.
Su Ci has no obligation to act like a saint and do charity.
But he still couldn't bear it, so he called out to the ragged girl and took out a stack of cash from his backpack.
"The director of the Yunyun Welfare Home at the entrance of Nansha Lane is a very skilled doctor who has been treating the dying and the wounded for many years. Take this money and ask her to treat the illness and then buy medicine for the old lady."
Su Ci's monthly grant is 10,000 yuan.
But most of it was donated to welfare homes.
This world is set up as a place to support her.
Normally, she does not have high material desires, but rather extreme emotional needs. To her, money is just a string of numbers that she can earn if she wants.
I don’t make much money in this world, I mainly want to immerse myself in the experience of being a sponsored student.
Xia Chumiao was a little stunned. After she reacted, she didn't know how to thank him. She just kept repeating: "Miss, I will find a way to repay you..."
Su Ci smiled and shook her head: "I'm not a lady, I'm a commoner who came from the slums like you."
Time waits for no one. At Su Ci's urging, Xia Chumiao hid the money in her clothes and ran towards the slums while wiping her tears.
Chu Junling grumbled in dissatisfaction: "It seems that Senior Sister has money, but she just doesn't want to spend it on me, so she treats me to a small restaurant that costs only two yuan?"
Su Ci showed him the inner layer of the empty backpack.
"Not available now, and not even in small restaurants."
And who was it just now, sitting in a small restaurant where the average cost per person was only two yuan, feasting on food, finishing three full bowls of rice, and licking the plate clean?
"Ah, Senior, you're so mean! You actually want to starve me to death... Who knows if she's just a liar playing the victim? Next time, don't give away your living expenses."
The two of them walked into the school gate arguing.
Xia Chuhe stood on the ground, the biting cold chilling her from head to toe, and the unhealed wounds hurt even more.
Why? !
Why doesn't Su Ci bother with Xia Chumiao!
Could it be that... Su Ci also wants to be the heroine? So she deliberately targets her. Anyone she likes, such as Min Yi and Nan Muye, Su Ci will snatch them away.
In fact, Chu Junling was also hers in the previous life.
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