The sudden transfer of this dead girl to the town's middle school near North City, and her no longer having meals at home, unknowingly thwarted her scheming.
However... a flicker of dark light flashed in Feng Lu's eyes, and her mood improved considerably.
The reason?
Every weekend, she personally made some pastries for Han Bin to take to Han Qian at school. Although not much was added inside, a little adds up. Even if the dead girl doesn't eat them once or twice, she doesn't believe that, over time, the dead girl could resist.
Though the standard of living in the town is better than proper rural life, it cannot compare to life in North City. After not having eaten delicacies for a long period, when hunger hits her hard, the pastries she made would surely cause the dead girl's mouth to water, slipping a piece or two into her stomach.
Take it slow, no rush!
Feng Lu adjusted her breathing, squatting to tidy up the cosmetics she had knocked off the floor.
