[Escape + Space + Zero Grief in the Whole Process + No Virgin + Get Rich]
He was a pitiful nine-year-old in the disaster years. He was hit on the back of the head by his own grandmother at the beginning, and a set of sacks had to be sold to a brothel for thirty-five taels.
Fortunately, 200 square meters of space were awakened, and the trash cans are refreshed with supplies every day. Today there is half a box of medicine, and tomorrow there is a full bucket of food. On the way, I picked up an Orion orphan as my younger brother, and on a snowy night I met a beautiful young master in distress. All in all, my life was wonderful.
As for the best grandma starving to death on the roadside, my uncle being sold by traffickers, my cousin chewing tree bark until his mouth was full of blood...
What does it have to do with me? !
People just sat on the bullock cart and chewed the hot steamed buns produced by the space. When they were bored, they opened the curtain and patted the scum on their hands.
"Miss! Another group of refugees is blocking the road ahead to grab food!"
I said: "Whoever comes with me today will be satisfied."
