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She held my hand, she was in front and I was behind. She was not disgusted or dissatisfied with me because of my miserable appearance, but was worried about my health and the integrity of my limbs. Even if I was healthy, I couldn't bring her anything, so why did she do this?

"What a strange woman." I couldn't help but secretly say to myself, am I thinking too much? Or is the script just beginning? Gradually, Tenaia pulled me away from the bustling street market and walked to a place similar to a slum. There was garbage everywhere, and the air was filled with the stench of garbage piled up for a long time. The ground was a mixture of mud and rotten garbage. On both sides of the road, civilians in tattered clothes were processing food that smelled weird.

Tenaia seemed to be very familiar with the place. She took me to avoid the mud on the street skillfully. It didn't take long before she brought me to a dilapidated door.

It was hard to imagine, but when I opened the creaking wooden door in Tenaia, I was shocked by the dilapidated scene inside.

The first thing I saw was an old woman, wearing patched clothes, standing by the fireplace holding a wooden spoon in both hands. The veins in her rough and shriveled hands were bulging, as if she had used up all her strength. The old woman looked very familiar from the side, and with Tenaia, I knew it must be Tenaia's mother, Prasveya.

"Why do you live in such a shabby place?"

I couldn't understand it, because I remembered that I once gave old doctor Bella a pile of Oren gold coins, enough for this family to live a wealthy life, but they actually lived in this slum full of garbage, rats and people from the lower class.

I stood at the door and was reluctant to go in, because I suddenly understood why Tenya didn't dislike me, because their current living conditions were completely different from what I had imagined.

"Luka?"

Tenaia pulled me a few times in front, but found that she couldn't pull me at all. Then she turned around and looked at me curiously. She didn't know what I was thinking.

I refused to go in because I refused to accept this fact. No, it must be Tenaia testing me, but I was already in such a mess, and it was unnecessary to test her like this. I kept muttering in my heart, I wanted to see what Tenaia was thinking. It's not that I don't trust Tenaia, I just feel that after going through so much, the word trust is really a word that I really want but cannot achieve.

"Luka, what's wrong with you?"

Tenaia's eyes showed a trace of disappointment. Maybe she was smart enough to understand what I was thinking. I saw her disappointment, but I didn't want to embarrass her. This was a chance for myself.

"Oh, oh, nothing." I smiled, looked up at her face, and followed her into the dilapidated house. At this time, the smile returned to Tenaia's face. She couldn't wait to take me home. I really don't know how long she had imagined this scene and how long she had practiced this action.

As soon as I entered the door, the first thing that greeted me was the smell of rich soup. The old woman Prasvya was stirring the wooden spoon very hard with a sad face, letting the aroma of the boiling soup fill the small, dark room.

"Mom, look who's back!"

Tenaia let go of my hand, trotted to the back of the old woman Prasvia, and hugged the old woman who was still working hard to cook soup. Her words were full of joy, as if a great person had really come.

The old woman then raised her head, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the cuff of her coarse cloth, and then looked up at me.

(End of this chapter)