The background is the Western European Middle Ages (it's an imaginary thing, it's an imaginary thing, don't worry about whether it's right or not)
Coverley grew up in a monastery.
She was originally going to stay in the monastery all her life, but she was attracted by a big noble.
The other person is fat, fat, and extremely oily, and looks nothing like the Prince Charming he imagined!
So she ran away.
But being penniless and without much ability, she could only live on the streets.
Have to bow to life.
When she went to the church again to receive the food distributed, she fell to the ground and fainted from hunger.
When I opened my eyes again, it was not the paradise I imagined, but a room full of books.
Kefulai habitually prayed: "Thank you, Lord, for blessing me."
Deisti pushed up his glasses and broke into the girl's sight, "I think you should thank me for being a good person. God can't bless you."
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Coverley pursed his lips and looked at the girl, made a shushing gesture, and said softly: "May my Lord forgive you."
Reasonable writer × pedantic believer
Intention: good luck
