He Baoping slowly turned his head from the chair, his brows knitting slightly as he looked at the bag. He let out a quiet breath, something between a sigh and a tired laugh. "That child… even now, she's still thinking about others. Not many people would do that anymore."
Aunt Qian wiped at the corner of her eyes with the back of her hand, but the tears did not fully stop. "Exactly. At a time like this, everyone's holding onto whatever they have, afraid someone else will take it. But she… she still remembered us. We didn't even help her much."
He Baoping pushed himself up slowly and walked over, crouching beside the bag to take a closer look. Inside were neatly packed frozen items, enough to make several proper meals if they planned carefully. He nodded to himself, his expression growing more serious. "This isn't just a small gesture. She gave us real food, things that can actually keep us going."
