Liu Huiru’s triangular eyes were fixed intently on the silhouettes cast by the lamplight against the tent fabric, her throat bobbing involuntarily. She could almost see the image of Lin Moyang and Shen Youwei feeding each other slices of succulent, fatty meat and bowls of steaming white rice. When she thought of her own busy day, ending only in a bowl of watery corn porridge back home, a wave of bitterness surged up, lodging in her chest and making it difficult for her to even breathe.
"That goddamn little bastard, why does he get to live so well?"
Hearing this, Lin Changsheng, standing beside her, couldn't help but join in with his own complaints. "That cursed, short-lived brat! The heavens should have taken him long ago instead of letting him enjoy himself until now!"
Chapter 181