Passing through the crossroads, a thin middle-aged woman stood at the sidelines. She looked amiable, though her clothes were old and slightly dirty.
She saw three little girls and, reaching out, stopped them with a request,
"Miss, I'm dreadfully thirsty and would like a drink of water. Could you please buy me a bottle?"
Chen Siyu didn't think much of it. The education she'd received since she was young taught her that helping others was a virtue, and she was naturally kind,
"I'll buy it for you."
However, the middle-aged woman, with dignity, handed over a hundred-dollar bill, "I'll give you money, I'll give you money!"
Yang Sheng suddenly spoke up, "If you have money, why don't you buy it yourself?"
Seemingly seeing the puzzled looks from the girls, the middle-aged woman explained,
"I'm too dirty to enter the shop. Could you help me?"
Chen Siyu looked at her and felt sorry for her, "It's just one yuan, I'll pay for you."
