"There's nothing we can do about it," Bo Qingfeng said helplessly. "That's just the rule here. Once you turn eighteen, you have to leave, even if you're disabled. But in today's society, even a disabled person can manage fine, and the state has a lot of support agencies. Basic survival shouldn't be an issue."
Song Yun nodded, and suddenly a cold wind blew in from the window.
A shiver ran down Song Yun's spine for no apparent reason. Since arriving here, Song Yun had felt a bit uneasy. Although Bo Qingfeng appeared kindly and somewhat reliable, he still gave Song Yun a slightly dark feeling.
Song Yun shook his head, thinking maybe he was just overthinking things.
Soon enough, the chefs at the welfare institute brought out plates of green vegetables. They were all seasonal, so Song Yun sat down with Qingluan and the other women, picking up the not-so-clean utensils and started eating.
