Love At The Wrong Table

As the drunkard spoke, Ellie wrinkled her nose at the unmistakable scent of alcohol wafting in. She instinctively covered her nose.

“I’m out of wine, but I can lend you some cash,” Yosef offered casually, producing a stack of bills.

“Whoa, you’re a lifesaver!”

The man accepted the money without a second thought, leaving without bothering count it or leave an IOU.

“Mr. Yosef, do you often lend a hand like this?” Ellie inquired.

Yosef nodded.

“You’re kind-hearted, but didn’t you just say kindness might not always pay off? Why be so generous then?” Ellie’s confusion was evident in her innocent gaze.

“It’s because of a woman. She changed my perspective,” Yosef admitted openly.

With a sigh, he looked up at the sky, where the memory of Queenie lingered in his thoughts.

“I see. Mr. Yosef, can you tell me who she is?”

Ellie looked a little disappointed. So, Mr. Yosef already has someone he likes.

“She’s dead.”

Yosef said that, his

terribly sorry!” Ellie quickly apologized, her

the sky outside, his eyes tracing its vast expanse. In a somber tone,

back to the village. Everyone rejected and insulted me. I

handed me two steaming hot buns and roped me into playing

feelings for her. I even believed her happiness was the purpose of my existence. But later on, I realized she

his heart, Ellie couldn’t hold

glimpsed Ellie’s sorrow, finding

inside, struggling to find someone to share his pain with. Now, as Ellie shed tears for him, offering solace for hi inner sadness,

another woman as kind

right. Kindness might not always be rewarded. But in doing

Yosef pause, and he turned to

smile through her tears, Ellie added, “She showed kindness to you, and you’ll cherish her forever. You showed kindness to me, and I’ll remember you always. That’s the reward of kindness, isn’t it?”

and he approached, gently patting

no more tears.”

“Okay, I’ll stóp.”

wiping her tears with her sleeve. She wanted to say more, but suddenly, a noise echoed

you wretch! I

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