The moment he approached the river, Han Luofan smelled a pungent smell.
However, even though the river was so smelly that people did not dare to breathe, there were still people with swollen feet who were searching for usable items in the rubbish in the river.
You would feel nauseous if you saw this scene, but it was a habitat that many people relied on to survive.
Han Luofan had never heard of anything he had seen or heard today.
He stood by the river, his face pale.
Thinking about how Ji Yue and Ji Yinbing had lived in such a dark, dirty and inhumane place all those years ago, Han Luofan's heart ached. Compared to them, he, who clearly had a good life but still blamed everyone, looked especially ungrateful.
Han Luofan resisted the urge to cover his nose and not smell the stench. He tilted his head and looked at the calm Ji Yinbing. He asked her, "You used to live in such a place?"
"Yes."
