Chapter 43

When I was five years old, Mom bought some fish back home and kept a few lively ones in the tank. A scrawny young boy and I lay near the tank and happily watched the fish swim about. We wanted to raise them and then release them into the ocean.

When I was seven years old, I got really into movies depicting powerful skilled female warriors riding on horses, roaming the world, and exacting justice with a sword in hand. So, I started practicing martial arts, wanting to become a famous, righteous Robin Hood–like vigilante.

But I ended up falling from a fence and hurting my kneecap. I wailed painfully on the ground.

Felix’s brother, Colin, consoled me with a lollipop. He said, Warriors never cry.”

I looked up at him and asked, “Do warriors eat lollipops, then?”

Colin thought about it for a moment before nodding. “They do. Warriors love lollipops.”

When I was ten years old, I skipped a grade. All my classmates called me a freak, someone who was more capable than them, even though I was younger. They gossiped about me behind my back, yet no

one wanted to play with me.

I sat on the field with my bag on my shoulders, crying. A young teen I had never seen before came up by my side and handed me an exquisitely boxed cake. “You’ll only have more energy to cry once you finish

Good luck

cake but forgot

of an eye. Three hooligans surrounded demanding I give

allowance.

defend my wealth already.

to give

swinging punches at me, a teen

me. He said to hurry up and run if I

off, the teen carried me home on his back. I suddenly felt

actually be a princess.

hand to Aunt Mel’s house. It

to catch up. I asked him to wait for me, but he only said coldly. “You can still make it in time.

in dreams, Felix was

wanted to cry.

right. I saw Colin. It had been nearly two years since he had been home. It had been so long

absence. Colin rarely updated his social media status. I had no other way to understand what was going on with him. I didn’t know how much Colin had changed. Was he still the boy who would give me sweets

only greet one another on holidays on these

only source of warmth in

of mist appeared ahead. I soon got lost in it, unable to remember where

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