"But... I don't have any money." Persephone lowered her head.

Morpheus furrowed his brow slightly. He was about to mention that she had food and lodging, so what else would she need money for? However, the words stuck in his throat.

Indeed, she needed money. A woman's daily needs always involved expenses, right? Moreover, judging by her delicate appearance, she seemed like a well-off girl, raised in affluence, which probably incurred more expenses...

Morpheus cleared his throat lightly and said, "I have money."

"You..."

"Here." He pulled out a bank card from his pocket.

In the split second that Persephone's mind went blank, he had already slipped the card into her palm.

"If you want to use it, go ahead." He seemed nonchalant. "I can easily afford to take care of your expenses."

feeling a slight pain in her palm where the edge of the card cut. However, she smiled, a sweet

you sure you want me to

an eyebrow.

"You probably don't

her. He stuffed his hands into his pockets

behind him, smiling

exited the small convenience store, Morpheus suddenly pulled her into

scanning the surroundings, "Lower your head and stay close

the store owner glanced at them cryptically

was much later that Persephone learned the true purpose of that convenience store and understood the real identities of Morpheus and the store owner. However, that was years down

of the Hamertons

in the convenience store, she had developed a rapport with the store owner. Every day around 4:00 p.m., George would be there waiting for her. As soon as she entered the small shop,

her family to reassure them of her safety. However, the calls couldn't be too long, only lasting

accompanied her. After

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