Zhang Yi straightened his back, feigning calm dignity. "I'll stay for now," he said smoothly, as though he had any right to make that decision. "I'm not here to cause trouble. Just looking for a chance to survive, like everyone else."
Qingran's expression didn't change, but her gaze sharpened. "I didn't say you could stay."
He looked at her, voice filled with gentle conviction, as if he were the wronged party. "I'm not asking for favors. I only want a roof, some food, and a chance to contribute. If this place truly values human life, then I trust it will make room for one more."
The others shifted, visibly uncomfortable. His tone was soft, humble even, but something about it rang false.
"Don't twist this into something righteous," Qingran said coldly. "You didn't ask permission. You forced your way in behind someone's goodwill. That's not mercy. That's manipulation."
