His charming smile, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, said to her, "Then come with me."
He gestured for her to give him her hand. She hesitantly reached out, but then pulled back because her hand was dirty.
Yet he didn't care at all as he took her hand, leading her into another paradise.
That year, he was sixteen, and she was thirteen.
For ten years she accompanied him, working and learning tirelessly, becoming his most capable right-hand.
She watched him flirting with death, saw him skillfully evade and charm, and when necessary, he was as ruthless as an African poisonous snake—cold and venomous.
She also saw him pick up many orphans, feed them, give them work, and allow them to live like human beings.
To her, he was a devil, but even more so, an angel.
Now he has his beloved. She should be happy for him, right?
But why does her heart hurt so much?
