Anais bit her lip.
Wonderstein's lips were clearly curved in a smile.
However, his pupils seemed to be clouded, as if recalling a distant past, rather than looking at her directly.
He had been a wanderer without knowing his parents or a hometown from the day he was born.
He must have had an incredibly tough and difficult life as Anais.
Wherever he went, he had to scrounge for food, find decent work was hard, and once people found out who he was, they probably treated him as a pickpocket, a fraudster, or a potential robber.
That was the perception of gypsies and wanderers in society.
The path he had walked was probably a life filled with tears.
But even after experiencing all of that, how…
How…
…could he smile so brightly?
There was not a trace of darkness in his kindness.
His actions were not meant to protect himself or gain something for himself.
