"Let me tell you, when I was young, my family was poor. We had to pick special days just to have a bun. I grew up tough; it's not as luxurious as you describe. Plus, when I'm busy at work, going hungry for a day or two is common. It's not like you rich kids living so extravagantly."
"...…"
Feng Liyan listened intently to Bai Yi's words, his hands resting on his legs subconsciously clenched slightly, his gaze fixed on Bai Yi's face, lost in thought.
"Don't look at me like that. I can't imagine the life of you rich people, but we poor folks have our own kind of happiness." Bai Yi said with a smile, finding Feng Liyan to be quite… sentimental.
At this moment, he seemed like a caring person.
"I'm not pitying you."
Just feeling sorry.
"I'm not some rich person either."
Bai Yi chuckled but said nothing.
"Do you want to grow taller?" Feng Liyan noticed Bai Yi's earlier comment, so he asked.
