"Hmm, you did the right thing. Go back and eat first. Also, the city is getting chaotic, don't be in a rush to go there. For now, don't collect anything, but if you're free, you can come help out at my place, meals included."
"Thank you!" The moment the young man lowered his head, tears fell like rain.
He thought he didn't care anymore, but when warmth came, he couldn't help but want to get close to it.
"Hurry back. Remember what I said about the house."
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That night, Jiang Mingyue was startled awake by the dream about the mask again. Upon waking, she found it was still dark outside, moved her mouth, and realized her throat was dry as if it were on fire.
Jiang Mingyue reached for the matchbox her third sister had placed by the pillow, fumbled to take out a match, and struck it to light up, trying her best to avoid shining it into her third sister's eyes.
Before the light went out, she had seamlessly put on her clothes and shoes with one hand and walked out of the room.
