Jiang Yingxue walked to the man and sat down. The man's face was dirty, and he could only see his big and bright eyes in the dark. "Then why are you still alive?"

The man was stunned, obviously not expecting Jiang Yingxue to ask him that.

"Everyone has the right to live."

The man sneered. "After tonight, you can say this again."

Jiang Yingxue leaned against the cold wall, took a bun from her body and ate it, then took out another and waved it in front of the man's ...