"I am already a dying person; do you think I would fear your threats?" Seizing the rare pause, Ruan Mian coldly lowered her voice and spoke succinctly.
"You and we are all fellow sufferers. If I'm not mistaken, you're likely fleeing from Yu Zhou City, right?"
Though the person said nothing, the slight movement of their eyebrows confirmed Ruan Mian's thoughts.
She continued, "We've all suffered from the flood and should help each other. By forcibly entering here, it's as if you're bandits crossing the border! There is limited food supply. Even if you take it temporarily, it's only a short-term solution. Have you considered what happens afterward?"
That person wasn't interested in her rationale: "We're dying anyway; any food is better than none, living one more day is a day gained!!"
Seeing their belligerence, Ruan Mian's gaze darkened, reminded of the supplies she had stored before the flood hit.
If they refused to listen to reason, she would address it more directly.
