"Excuse me, is anyone here? I have some money, I want some food, and a place to stay..." Bruno Linshi's words were very gentle, without any major fluctuations, and he seemed to have no problem at all, but the fact that he was wrapped up so tightly made people feel untrustworthy.

"Child, why are you wearing a mask?"

It was an elderly man with white hair asking himself, "Is it nothing, is it?"

He just frowned slightly. Oh, no, he couldn't see me frowning, so I'll just let my tone carry a hint of discomfort.

"I'm disfigured... I'm sorry, I shouldn't be bringing my emotions to you, but it's really painful. My face is ruined, and I have many burns all over my body, so there's no way..."

So there's no other way, is there?

The pained sound made the other person immediately realize that they had said the wrong thing, and the white-haired old man was at a loss for how to react.

“Let me do it, child. I’m sorry, I apologize on behalf of the old man. We’ve been here for far too long, so we’ve forgotten how to talk to young people. You can call me Grandma Yun.”

She was younger than the person from before, with black hair mixed with white hair, not yet completely white.

"It's okay, I don't care about these things anymore. It's just that my face scares the children. They usually say something about monsters or something, so I just started covering it up over time."

As she spoke, her voice trembled slightly, as if it were a memory that shouldn't be recalled. That's how emotions are; they can be easily imitated, can't they?

"...Have something to eat, child. Ah, we have stir-fried sweet potato vines, some brown rice, and luckily, we also have fish soup. Come and have some, no need to pay."

The old woman slowly approached, touching her head with her hand. Although she was wearing a cloak, her hand was still warm.

What a wonderful person! So likable...

"Thank you, but I expect something in return. Whether it's helping with the harvest, picking wild fruit, or fishing, I'll do whatever I can if you don't want money."

What a good child. Grandma Yun sighed softly. Under the war, so many good children were displaced and so many children lived in pain.

This is not good news; it's sin, it's utter evil. The child is suffering so much, why? A lovely, gentle child, living such a painful life...

"Go chop some firewood. The meal will be ready soon. Wait a little longer, finish these, and we'll be done." The other person showed him a very small amount of firewood; the tea needed to be chopped into small pieces to burn longer.

"Is that all?" With an axe, it would only take five minutes...

"There are only these few children, no need to make too many, otherwise you'll get tired. Get some rest."

"...No need, I work very fast and I'm very strong. I'm not someone who can't even kill a chicken, so I can survive in this world."

I hope I can help a little bit more. Please help me as much as you can. You need help, and I want to try my best to help...

My mother said we should work hard to gain the trust of more people, and that even small things within our capabilities are worth doing, aren't they?

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