His grasp was on the verge of slipping away when a gasp and shouts for help interrupted.
Ash came back to his sense and tightened his grip on my hand.
He looked at me with a somewhat complex expression.
After we are rescued, he no longer confrontational attitude to me.
I tried to jump over the railing again unnoticed later but I was stopped again.
Ash pushed through the crowd and grabbed my wrist in case I will jump for another time "Miss Azure's case isn't over yet.I must keep an eye on you as you are the prime suspect."
As he spoke, his eyes began to uncontrollably redden.
He turned his eyes away from me when he noticed my gaze.
I saw a flash of sadness on his face.
Sad about what?I mocked myself.
Ash was the only child of the Phoenix, which is a very powerful family in the city. But he was abducted by hostile forces but he ran away alone at night.
He wandered the slums after that. He was bullied and chased by other kids.
Eventually, he hid in a trash heap at the entrance of the alley, preferring it to the dangers outside.
In the scorching midsummer,surrounded by flies and stench, he chose to endure the piercing odor of the garbage pile rather than dare to take another step into the shade of that dim alleyway.
He huddled there alongside the old and cockroaches.As if they are awaiting his death.
The only effort he tried to get out of there was calling out to me as I passed by.I dragged him out of the trash heap.I cleaned him up and dressed him in my father's altered clothes.
I was just twelve years old then.I shared with him the subsidy I received from the orphan community.
Because I was reincarnated into this world as a baby, I didn't realize my role as a Player then.
To provide the food and tuition fee for Ash, I collected bottles after schoold and washed dishes in restaurant at the weekend.
My payment was much lower because of my young age.
I can only raise enough money by keep washing dishes for 10 hours a day.And how many dishes must I wash to build the future prospects for me and Ash?I don't know.
I can only numbly pick up the dishes again and again, washing and scrubbing them.
The sweltering kitchen and persistent grease marked my childhood.
I asked why he chose me among many people that passed by. At that time, he, still just a little boy, looked up at me with a big smile.
He said he observed long before choosing me due to a feeling that he believed I am a good people.
Ash's parents, after extensive searching, finally located him. They handed me some money and took him away.
Ash disappeared from my view after being taken away at fourteen.
