I was held by her hand, she was in front and I was in the back. She didn't dislike and dislike me at all because of my embarrassed appearance, but worried about my health and the integrity of my limbs. Even if I'm healthy, I can't bring her anything, why would she be like this?

"What a strange woman." I can't help but secretly call myself to, could it be that I am thinking too much? Or is the script just beginning?

Gradually, Tenaia pulled me away from the bustling street market and into the slum-like place. There was garbage everywhere, the air was filled with the stench of garbage accumulated for a long time, and on the ground were mud mixed with rotting garbage, and civilians in tattered clothes were handling the strange-smelling food.

Tenaia seemed to be familiar here, and she pulled me skillfully to avoid the mud on the street, and it didn't take long for her to lead me to a dilapidated doorway.

It's hard to imagine that when Tenaia opened the creaking wooden door, I was shocked by the ruin inside.

The first thing I saw was an old woman, dressed in patches, standing by the fireplace with a wooden spoon in her hands, her rough and shriveled hands with bruises as if she had exhausted her strength. The old woman looked very familiar from the side of her face, and with Tenaia, I knew it must be Tenaia's mother, Prasvia.

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

I couldn't understand it, because I remembered that I once gave the old doctor, Bella, a pile of Oren gold coins that would make the family live a prosperous life, but they lived in this slum full of garbage, with only rats and people at the bottom of society.

I stood at the doorway and refused to enter, for I now suddenly understood why Tenea did not dislike me, for their present life was not at all what I had imagined.

"Luga?"

Tenaia tugged at me a few times in front of her, and when she found that she couldn't pull me at all, she looked back at me curiously, not knowing what I was thinking.

I refused to go in because I refused to accept the fact that I must have been tempted by Tenaia, but I was so embarrassed that I had to test it like this. I kept muttering to myself that 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, trust is really a word that I want but can't achieve.

"Luga, what's wrong with you?"

There was a hint of loss in Tenaia's eyes, perhaps clever that she understood what I was thinking now. I could see her frustration, but I didn't want to embarrass her so much, it was a chance for myself.

"Oh, oh, nothing." I smiled, looked up at her face, and followed her into the dilapidated house. Only then did the smile return to Tenea's face. She couldn't wait to take me home, I really don't know how long she had been imagining this scene, how long she had practiced such a move.

As soon as I entered, I was greeted by the smell of the thick soup, and the old woman Prasvia was stirring the wooden spoon with a sad face, so that the aroma of the billowing soup filled the small gloomy hut.

"Mom, look who's back!"

Tenaia let go of my hand and trotted all the way up behind the old woman Prasvia, and grabbed the old woman who was still boiling the soup. The words were full of joy, as if they were really a great character.

Only then did the old woman raise her head, wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead with the cuffs of the coarse cloth, and then look up and see me.