The Little Thief clasped his hands in prayer to collect the dead bodies, while skillfully removing the heart and liver of the deceased.
It was incomprehensible, but with a knife to his throat, the Little Thief ended up saving his life.
The Little Thief was a young girl with but poor medical skills; her sutures on the wound were a mess. In the bitter cold, she wore a mask, a body full of secrets.
He smiled outwardly, but inside felt utterly indifferent.
There were countless pitiable people in the world, he had no interest in the suffering of others, nor did he wish to pry.
But perhaps it was the biting cold snow of Su Nan, or maybe the warmth of the flickering oil lamp under the broken statues was too comforting; in the calm shadow of the light, he felt a moment of emotion, allowing her to force him to carve a debt note onto the wall and give her the Silver Ring.
A lifesaver, he thought, this repayment was light.
