Terim followed Ren, his thoughts swirling with the stark contrast between their lifestyles. Growing up in the lap of luxury, he had never given much thought to how different his life was from others. The search results he had just seen opened his eyes to the reality that not everyone lived as he did. The idea of someone struggling for basic necessities was foreign to him.
He grew up with nannies attending to his every need and catering to his any whim. He still remembered how, once, he cried after watching an advertisement, and the next day his mother gifted him the most expensive realistic Mecha model.
He had never worried about having less money for his shopping, nor had he cared about his reputation. No one ever dared to spout nonsense about him in the first place. At least not in front of him... and he never cared about those useless remarks which were as far from the truth as heaven from hell.
