"Mr. Connor, I see that you're not having much luck today. Maybe you shouldn't play anymore..."
Trixie seemed somewhat reluctant as she quietly advised Connor.
After hearing her words, he couldn't help but smile faintly and replied softly, "If I don't play, then why don't you go and collect tips? Don't you want to earn money? Logically speaking, shouldn't people like you hope to see me continue playing?"
"I've already earned enough tips, and it's just that I feel you don't need to continue playing like this. These days, I've seen too many people like you who have lost everything here..."
Trixie whispered back.
Upon hearing her words, he couldn't help but size her up.
He could sense that the young girl standing in front of him had her own untold hardships, which was why she had come to work here.
Otherwise, she would never have spoken those words to him.
"Why did you come to work here?"
