Estelle lowered his head and squeezed his hands uneasily.
He blushed and said shyly, "I, I don't have any token."
Donor smiled understandingly. "Anything is fine. I don't mind."
"That would be a relief." After Estelle breathed a sigh of relief, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an old and slightly yellowed plastic bag.
After Estelle opened the plastic bag layer by layer, he took out an old one-inch photo and said, "My family is poor, and this photo is the thing I've ever carried around for the longest."
Estelle stroked the photo he had taken in his life reluctantly and said nostalgically, "This is the one the village chief took with me and the other 13-year-old elves in the village when I turned 13."
"This is the first and only photo in my life." Estelle turned the side of the photo that resembled a person and showed it to Donor.
In the photo, the 13-year-old Estelle was very thin and looked malnourished.
