The girl was small and thin, and the dress she wore was wrinkled. Her hair was fine and looked dull.
Her eyes were beautiful, but there was too much in them.
She looked at the neatly dressed bodyguard and pleaded with him.
Besides her, there was her mother at home. During Gefra's fall, that poor woman had not only been violated by the Peng Joe People.
Even the neighbors had violated her. On top of that, her husband had died in the previous war, leaving her deeply traumatized. She fell ill and never recovered.
Besides her, there were also two younger brothers.
They needed food too, but both children were still very young. The elder was only seven, and the younger was just four. They could do nothing and could barely care for their sick mother.
The burden of keeping the family alive had all fallen on her shoulders. She needed money—not only because she had not eaten for two days, but because her family needed it too.
As for anything else? Dignity?
Under the pressure of hunger and survival, there was no room for dignity.
The girl reached out, trying to touch the bodyguard. The bodyguard took a step back. She stood where she was and pleaded at him, "Please, even three dollars would do!"
The bodyguard refused her, and she was deeply disappointed.
Now, it seemed that everything was developing in a positive direction. There were even places on the streets specifically handing out relief supplies.
But to collect those supplies, one needed a Relief Card!
Never mind whether the people distributing Relief Cards could ensure that every household received one. By now, there were already many people specifically robbing others of their Relief Cards.
On the black market, a Relief Card could be sold for around forty