It was another one of those... weeks.

This time, the money genuinely wasn't enough. He hadn’t been that lucky. Counting the coins... there couldn’t be more than $50, no way. And THAT was bad, because god, what was he going to do? His younger brother was waiting for him at home...

Guo Shunhua wanted to cry—until he passed out from it, even. Then again, when didn’t he want to cry? The only good thing left in his life was his little didi, nothing else. Nothing more to add.

The only good news was that there were some leftovers from last night’s dinner in a bowl... he thought.

“Didi?” With a voice full of exhaustion but eyes forcibly bright and the softest smile, Guo Shunhua stepped through the front door, searching for his little brother. He couldn’t be far, not with how small the dining room was...

God, god, god... The bag slung over his shoulder was EMPTY. Just a few copper coins.