Although the clothes he wore were patched, apart from some mud spots on the trouser legs due to the rain, his upper body looked clean and tidy. Having experienced hunger herself, she knew it was quite unpleasant.
She couldn't help but feel empathy, and using her backpack as cover, she took the lunch box into her space, and brought out two buns, handing them over: "These are my leftovers. If you don't mind, take them and eat."
The boy's eyes were filled with struggle, but he still accepted them: "Thank you."
Seeing him accept it, she headed towards the stairs. After just a few steps, she paused, using her backpack to take out an empty can from her space. At this time, the cans didn't have the particularly thin kind.
Stepping back a few steps, she spoke up: "This canned jar is for you. Downstairs, there is a teacher giving out hot water, you can ask for some."
Although it was somewhat inappropriate, she did it anyway. She hoped he wouldn't notice her backpack.
