Don't say that she can indeed live a good life now; even if she really can't, she doesn't want to endlessly accept Eli Shart's help. She must be independent to become stronger so that nothing can knock her down.
"Well, since you haven't cooked, you still need to eat. Put on a coat, I'll take you out to eat." Eli Shart was just giving it a try; he knew in his heart that even if Jiang Shuya couldn't make ends meet, she wouldn't accept his financial assistance.
"I really don't want to eat." Jiang Shuya felt irritated; there were so many things making her anxious, so she had no appetite at all.
She picked up the milk on the coffee table, which she'd just taken a sip from and was about to continue drinking it, but it had warmed up a bit, and the smell made her stomach uncomfortable and churning, making her want to vomit.
She put down the cup, immediately got up, went to the bathroom, bent over the toilet, and vomited out the little bit of food she had eaten.
