Star Dome Railway: Give the man you love a home

Since I accidentally fell into Beloberg, I have been begging like a beggar in the lower class area in order to stay alive.

There are many refugees like me in the lower class areas, who don’t have enough food to eat, don’t have enough sleep, and have to endure the invasion of war.

Sometimes I hate this cruel world. I have lived in the peaceful Blue Star China since I was a child. A place like Beloberg is really unbearable.

Just as I wiped my face roughly and continued to eat the leftovers with the refugees around me, I noticed the dark blue figure that was enough to change everything for me.

I often hear many refugees and patients say that they have received help from him, so he must be a good person.

But, among so many refugees, so many poor people, why did he choose me, why did he take me with him?

I handed the disgusting leftovers to the hungry child beside me, and caught a glimpse of a thick wooden stick. When no one was paying attention, I picked it up and thrust it hard into my thigh.

A lot of blood gushed out, I knew it was a big gamble. I hoped he would have pity on me, after all, I was the most seriously injured among the refugees, wasn't I?

If you win the bet, it means a long-term meal ticket, but if you lose the bet, well, it’s nothing but bloodshed and death.

I wiped my still pretty face clean, hoping that he would be attracted to me and take me with him.

I noticed that he was very handsome.

And the result, obviously, was that I won the bet.

"Little sister, what's wrong with you?" I vaguely felt him holding me in his arms. Maybe because of excessive bleeding, I felt a little dizzy.

Me: "I'm fine, you go take care of the others!" Yes, I am a good person with a good heart. Even though I was injured like this, I was still thinking about other people. Of course I was not acting.

After that, he took me with him as I wished, and I had enough food to eat and wore relatively clean clothes.

But as my injuries healed day by day, I started to worry again, afraid that he would leave me when I wasn't paying attention. Fortunately, I followed him wherever he went. For this reason, I never had a good night's sleep and always paid attention to his movements. I stayed by his side desperately, and when he turned around and looked at me, I looked pitiful.

He finally agreed to take me with him, provided that I stayed at home, and when I was sure that he would not abandon me, I did so.

There's not much to say about the days that followed. I was very bored. Every day when I saw him go out, I also wanted to go out and take a look, even though I knew there was nothing to see outside and it was very likely that I would not be able to find any clues to return to Blue Star.

But I still want to go out, even if the hope is slim.

So I sneaked out many times, and finally one day he found me.

I showed him the credit points I had saved for a long time and lied to him that they were what I earned in a day, hoping to get his forgiveness.

Of course he didn't agree to let me go out and threatened to abandon me.

I was very panicked and quickly pretended to be a good girl and followed him.

Later I lived a peaceful life for a while.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore, and after all my constant begging, he agreed to teach me shooting, and allowed me to go out by myself if I could hit the ten rings a hundred times in a row.

The pistol that Sambo gave me to practice with only had a few bullets, so I had to pick them up after each practice.

Finally, after my unremitting efforts, I succeeded.

After I became an apprentice, in addition to looking for clues, I often sneaked into wealthy areas to cheat them of their money.

For me and Sambo, anyone who can have enough food and clothing in this troubled time is considered rich. But I basically won't cheat these people out of their money, because they have too little money.

Sambo is different from me. He would appreciate even fifty credit points from a small corner. Of course, he would only cheat a small amount of money from an ordinary person.