Richard Shaw watched her struggling with her crutch, her small face streaked with tears, the cigarette smoke swirling emptily in the corridor. His heart filled with unspeakable loneliness as he spoke in a low voice, "Luna, she has her strengths, and you have yours. You don't need to feel inferior."
Luna Lawrence wiped her tears and sobbed, "Brother Richard, I want to go back to the Southwest Mountains. No matter how good this city is, it doesn't belong to me. I don't have a single friend here. Every time I come to find you, I just cause you trouble. I should go back."
"Nonsense. If you go back, I'm afraid your parents will sell you off again. Focus on your studies; that's what's important," Richard Shaw frowned slightly.
