When those graceful girls walk on the street, they all have the same smiles on their faces. If you look carefully, you can see that there is no real smile at all in their eyes that look left and right.
Those flowing eyes, no matter how they turn, always fall on those well-dressed rich people.
In contrast to them are the men sitting on the roadside who are wearing rags and are either injured like this or disabled there.
Many of them retired from the battlefield
In the military camp, there is no longer enough ability to treat them, and there is no extra military rations to supply these injured soldiers who can no longer fight. They can only throw them out and let them fend for themselves.
They are also people who have no way to survive by their own abilities. They can only stretch out their hands to ask for some food or change when they see people walking by.
Those countless delicacies from all over the world have nothing to do with them
The war destroyed everyone's sense of humiliation, whether they were men or women. Everything was done for one purpose - survival.
Such a market is composed of two completely different extremes
Abnormal prosperity grows here
After Ling Wu and Nangong Xuan looked at them for a while, their eyes no longer looked at those people, but Hong San's face was full of spring breeze. This kind of scene is no longer a day or two.
Even a soft-hearted person will become numb after seeing too many scenes like this, not to mention Hong San's heart is not soft in the first place.
He led Lingwu to a huge restaurant and said with a smile: "Boss, this is our restaurant."
Ling Wu nodded slightly, walked to Nangong Xuan, and reached out to pick him up, but he raised his hand to stop him.
He smiled at Ling Wu and said, "My body has almost recovered. You just need to ask someone to support me."
Ling Wu's eyes lit up. At this moment, nothing made her happier than Nangong Xuan's recovery from his injuries. However, she still didn't ask anyone to help Nangong Xuan. Instead, she stretched out her hand on Nangong Xuan's arm.
She didn't trust Nangong Xuan to anyone. There was no one she could trust here.