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Jagoan said frankly, “Don’t you just want money? I’ll give it to you now. But I don’t want your service. You can leave now if you want. Or you can stay with me for the night if you have nowhere else to go.”

Yvonne’s eyes watered slightly at Jagoan’s words.

She had no idea why she had the impulse to cry. She felt her heart had been hardened and chilled by life. However, she now had the urge to burst into tears.

“Well… W-Where shall I sleep?” Yvonne asked hesitantly.

“You can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the sofa,” Jagoan said immediately.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Yvonne said after a moment.

She was embarrassed enough to crash into someone’s room. It would have been shameless of her to take the bed and let him sleep on the sofa.

Jagoan said nothing more. There was not much difference between a sofa and a bed anyway. The hotel’s sofa was huge and soft. It was no worse than a bed.

Jagoan took a quilt out of the cupboard and gave it to Yvonne. Then he watched Yvonne fall asleep on the sofa with the quilt.

I turn off the

“Yeah…” Yvonne answered softly.

darkness after the lights were turned

had trouble falling asleep, and Yvonne

before,

strange, it

is pretty

Yvonne thought to herself.

side of the city,

a while before replying, “Yeah. I’m from the west. I grew up there. I’ve been to school,

Union did not make nine-year education compulsory.

which was already considered not bad for the poor, most

did you come out… Uh… And did this?”

had no problems feeding ourselves. But there was an accident in the coal mine last month. My father

Yvonne meant by making money was in this