Chapter 369
I knew what poverty tasted like, but I didn’t know what absolute poverty felt like.
My family hadn’t been rich when I was young, but we weren’t the poorest. At least my daily pocket money could buy a packet of spicy strips.
Every class had one exceptionally wealthy student. They could buy unlimited snacks, always had expensive-looking toys, and, in our teenage years, wore the trendiest clothes and used the newest phones.
Around someone like that, even I felt an inexplicable inferiority, though I rarely felt inferior otherwise.
Plenty of classmates were poorer than me. Maybe they could only taste spicy strips when they received New Year’s money, or shamelessly beg two pieces from someone eating them at school.
But like me and the wealthy students, they all grew up. Nobody paid attention to their inner worlds or wondered whether poverty made them feel inferior.
Liang Yi had been ten or twenty times poorer than even those children.
Who cared whether she felt inferior? The only thing anyone noticed was how diligently she studied.
Studying was the only way she could conceal her insecurity and embarrassment.