After having a satisfying meal, everyone's cheeks were flushed.
Lazily leaning on their chairs, sipping on fruit juice, they casually chatted.
As Wei Xiaoqi listened, her eyes suddenly became blurred.
The life she was living now was something she wouldn't even dare to dream about before.
She had enough food to eat and clothes to wear.
She was loved.
Although they were in a master-servant relationship, no one ever ordered her around harshly.
Wei Xiaoqi had observed that it was not only her who was treated this way, but also the girls and boys in the dessert shop and other stores.
They called this "respect".
Xiaoqi initially did not understand the meaning of this high-end term, but she had come to realize its meaning through their actions.
One day, she suddenly understood,
—She was being treated as a person here.
