Although she is also very hungry and wants to eat, she can still endure the past. She can eat less today. It doesn't matter. She can still eat tomorrow. However, she has made a friend, the only one who knows how to eat.
The woman who listened to her quietly, although she never took the initiative to say a word to her, was enough.
She knew what she was saying, maybe she didn't understand it at all, but as long as there was only one person who could listen, that would be enough.
Lotte buried her head on her knees. Her young body was already too thin at this time. I'm sorry, I can only give you these. Tomorrow, I will bring you more. She stretched out her hand
He grabbed the woman's hand and found that the woman's palm was unexpectedly soft, as if she had not suffered much.
Perhaps, like her, he was sold into it.
"I drifted to this country from the sea. I thought I was dead, but I didn't expect that I was still alive. Although my life is very hard now, I am still very grateful because I am still alive," she
She whispered that only at this time would she cry, and she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Look, I'm crying again. I know I can't cry here, because no one here will feel sorry for you. If it hurts too much, it will only get more painful. So I won't cry, and I won't
Dare to cry."
She put down her hand. There were tears on the back of her hand, but they were quickly dried by the wind. She held her hand tightly. It seemed that only in this way could she feel a kind of warmth. She could feel warm.
Her own warmth was not obvious, but at this moment, it was the only thing she could give herself.
"I have a daddy, a mommy, and a brother," she kept saying. If she didn't say it, she might forget her own voice one day. "I was picked up by my brother, who has been very fond of me since he was a child."
Love me, I have always been his baby. I don’t know if one day I really leave here and return home, will he recognize me, because I am really ugly now," her hand
Put it on her face, the ice-cold temperature actually made her face frostbitten. There were no skin care products here. She usually washed her face with snow, so her face was easily frostbitten.
She is working hard. If she can not be a slave, maybe her life will be better. Because slaves are the lowest status here and can only do the heaviest and dirtiest work.
She looked at the sky and saw that it was that time again. She had to go to work. It was very hard work, but she was used to it. She was no longer the one in the Huairui Castle that everyone held in their hands.
She is no longer the little princess, and she is no longer the little boy who has always been loved by Yin Sa.
She is now a slave, a slave with the lowest status.
She clapped her hands and stood up, "I'm going to work. I'll come to see you tomorrow. Don't worry."
She glanced at the woman huddled in the corner again. She couldn't see her face clearly and didn't know her name, but it had become a habit for her to come here and talk to her every day.
She just walked away with her front feet, but she didn't see it. The woman finally raised her head. Her face was not too old, and maybe it could be said to be beautiful. However, it had gone through too many winds and rains.
At this time, there was already an indescribable trace of vicissitudes of life.
And her gray hair makes her look older. It seems that she didn't have such hair color before, but it changed because of too many factors.
"Thank you," she put her hands together, and the taste of the half bread was still on her lips. Although it was only half of the bread, she knew that she had given half of her food to her.
But her voice was in the same language as Lotte. It was weak and seemed to have never appeared before. She closed the small door again and isolated herself in another world. She also wanted to
She wanted to go out, but others wouldn't let her go, and she couldn't let herself go.
Because she did a wrong thing, a wrong thing that even she could not forgive herself for. She was waiting for someone and would wait forever until the day she died.
Lotte struggled to lift a bucket and placed it under a wall. She looked at the extremely high and thick wall. It was this wall that blocked her way out, preventing her from easily going out.
To see the outside world, and she knew that even if she went out, it would be impossible for her to go back by herself. She had nothing and could only stay here unless she really had enough money.
Picking up a rag from the bucket, she squatted down and wiped the wall. Everything here belonged to her, not the things, but the work. She had to wipe everything before dark.
Wipe down all the walls.
Putting her hand in the water again, she bit her lip. There was not much color on her lip. She put her hand to her mouth and took a gentle breath of hot air. This was how she felt warm.
It felt a lot, but it was just a fleeting warmth.
Lotte, come on, after you are done, you can eat and rest. She once again put her hands in the cold water. The stinging cold water was really cold and would make her cry, but she has learned not to
She cried because she wanted to persist and go home.
She wiped the wall, little by little. There were many walls, so it took a long time, and she was the only one here. After pouring out the water in the bucket, she took a new bucket.
of water until she repeated it countless times before she finally put the rag in her hand because she finally wiped it clean.
After rubbing her shoulders, she put her hand on her stomach.
It was so cold. She shivered, but her cold hands finally felt warm. She put the bucket on the spot and then walked to the kitchen. It was already dark.
, I don’t know if there is anything for her to eat now. If there is no more, then she will have to go hungry today.
And now, she was really, really hungry.
"You're here," the chef, who was not too old, greeted her. She just smiled tiredly, and the two small dimples on her face were much lighter.