Everyone fell silent, a sense of oppression faintly hanging in the air.
If not for the necessities of life, presumably no one would wish to expose their entire existence to the scrutiny of others.
Bai Youwei had nowhere else to go, so she followed the group of children to their dwelling—
Rusty iron gates, grounds overrun with weeds, a dilapidated and desolate teaching building, shattered windows whistling with the cold wind.
It turned out to be an orphanage.
Bai Youwei had thought there would be many children, but upon entering, she found it completely empty; it seemed only the five of them lived there.
The boy leading them was named Yi Zichu, 16 years old, the oldest here. He said to Bai Youwei, "If you don't have enough points to buy a living space, you can temporarily stay here, but we have very little food, so... for that, you'll probably need to fend for yourself."
Bai Youwei expressed her thanks. She wasn't yet desperate enough to fight with a bunch of kids for food.
