The gazes of the people around him, along with their neat attire, made him stick out like a sore thumb in this world.
Like an outcast.
Back then, he didn't understand what it meant to pretend, he just wanted to vent his emotions.
He despised these people, despised the wealthy young masters and mistresses, and hated even more their pitying stares.
A little girl walked over and placed a hundred yuan in front of Louis Snyder.
For those kids, a hundred yuan was merely pocket change, but for Louis Snyder, it crushed all his self-esteem.
Below the messy black hair were gloomy eyes.
Dark like crows perched atop tree branches on a rainy day. Oppressive, without a glimpse of sunlight.
Just as his sanity was about to fray, a crisp voice suddenly came from the crowd.
"Oh! Who dropped this hundred yuan? If no one claims it, I'm going to take it."
