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A woman with hair as knotted as withered grass and a face covered in dirt was desperately protecting half of the rotten green fur on the ground.

Several children as skinny as monkeys rushed to grab it.

She scratched and bit him like a mad dog, and slapped him hard to the ground.

"Mom! Give me a bite... just one bite! My stomach hurts..."

A little boy of four or five years old was lying on the ground, crying until his voice became hoarse.

He stretched out his dirty little hands to pick out the debris between the woman's fingers.

"Eat your mother's legs! If I don't eat enough, how can I have milk to feed your brother?"

Like a wild dog guarding its food, the woman stuffed the muddy and mildew-stained nest into her mouth.

He didn't even chew it, so he swallowed it hard. He choked and rolled his eyes, and tears mixed with snot flowed down his face.

The adults nearby also got red-eyed and pounced on him like hungry wolves.

In order to snatch the little crumbs that fell on the ground, they tore each other's hair.

"Let go! You old bastard, how dare you bite me!"

An old man strangled a young man's neck tightly. The two rolled in the muddy water, and their nails scratched bloody marks on each other's faces.

"You just let go! I haven't eaten for three days, and I will bite off a piece of your flesh even if I die today!"

The young man grabbed a half brick with his backhand and hit the old man's shoulder hard, making a dull sound.

Next to him, a thin and disfigured man was lying on the ground.

Like a dog, he licked the bits of dregs that fell into the muddy water during the fight.

While licking, he muttered vaguely: "What's mine...is all mine..."

Ye Jingshu's fingers hanging by her side suddenly curled up, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.

She took a deep breath of the smelly air, slowly raised her eyelids, and calmed down the surging emotions in her eyes.

When she raised her eyes again, there was only a dull expression on her face.

At this moment, a half-year-old child leaning on a branch noticed her.

The child turned his head and stared at Ye Jingshu's well-tailored beige woolen coat with his cloudy eyes.

There was no begging in his eyes, only a creepy and fierce look, as if he was looking at a piece of fat.

Immediately afterwards, several adults rolling on the ground also stopped.

They all turned their heads and stared at Ye Jingshu with their hungry, green eyes.

That look didn't look like he was looking at a person.

Rather, they were looking at a piece of fresh, steaming meat that could keep them alive.

Ye Jingshu met those eyes expressionlessly.

She turned around, walked calmly, and left the stinky alley without looking back.

Returning to her apartment, she closed the door and drew the curtains.

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