Ryan was stunned.
As a good citizen who received a good education at the Church School, he immediately shyly lowered his head, wanting to avoid eye contact.
And those few guys following behind him also slowed their pace when they saw the sneaky guy stop and decided to observe a little longer.
Looking at the motionless Ryan, the girl smiled shyly at him as if she knew him.
"My home... is just behind, do you want to come with me?"
Ryan didn't nod, but like a marionette, he allowed the shy girl to take his arm and walked timidly into the shaky door.
...
Ten minutes later, the shabby house stopped shaking.
Ryan lost a silver pound.
But he wasn't at a loss, because he bought his love with just a piece of paper.
And the shy girl extinguished the candle on the table, not out of shame, but because candles aren't cheap.
He lay on that damp cot like a worn-out dog, eyes fixed on the moldy beam, panting for breath.
