Squinting slightly, Wang Ming Liang looked around and noticed quite a few crumbs on the ground, and with a glance and a sniff she could tell they were from the leftovers of a few nights prior that she had thrown out because they were starting to grow sour and couldn't be easily reused or cooked into a meal for her own consumption.
Seeing the way the girl had been cradling the piece of moldy bread before… it didn't take a genius to guess what had happened to it all.
Letting out a sigh, Wang Ming Liang kneeled down to the ground, causing the girl to shrivel back into the wall out of fear. Letting out her softest smile, Wang Ming Liang reached down and picked up the piece of mouldy bread before standing up and throwing it into the trash, feeling the girl's eyes travel alongside the bread the whole time with longing, but also trepidation.
