The Calvert's house was even more rundown than she had imagined, with a musty smell wafting through the air.
When Calvert turned on the light, Harley surveyed the room. Many of the old pieces of furniture looked somewhat damaged. There were quite a few cabinets with only half a door, or with door handles that were only half there.
Such living conditions could have been described as extremely harsh. However, when one looked at Calvert, it wasn't possible to associate him with such an environment.
Calvert himself had an excellent physique. Even when he was dressed in ordinary, cheap clothes, he exuded an air of elegance, like a noble prince fallen on hard times.
"My place is a bit modest," Calvert said, seemingly a bit embarrassed.
"Do you plan on moving to a different house in the future?" Harley asked. After all, no matter how you look at it, this place doesn't seem quite suitable for comfortable living.
"Once I graduate from university, if I have the means, I'll move away from here," Calvert said, then chuckled self-deprecatingly. "But it's also possible that I might never be able to leave this place. After all, it's hard to cross social classes. Many children of the poor remain poor forever."
"Why would you think that?" Harley asked, looking at the other person in confusion.
"What?" He was taken aback.
"A child born into poverty doesn't necessarily have to stay poor forever. Isn't the reason you're going to college to change your fate?" she said.
She knew very well how hard it was for an ordinary person with no family background to get into her current university and receive a full scholarship.
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