Chapter 40: Don't Die on My Doorstep

Does dignity still matter now? No matter how precious it is, there are things even more indispensable.
She tossed her bag weakly onto the floor, unfastened the shawl from her shoulders and let it drop as well, her face expressionless as she asked, “Fifty thousand, is that right?”
The man’s deep, inscrutable expression betrayed no emotion. He sat there with his legs crossed, as though watching a rare and fascinating play.
Yet she could clearly see something in his eyes...