Like me, he is a "foreigner" in the eyes of the locals.
It's just that one is a young master and the other is a servant.
"Can you... Okay?"
"Don't worry, Master." Sita turned her head and said, with the same reassuring smile on her face as always.
Along the way, although Sita's steps were shaky, he didn't let me fall down again.
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"That's great..." Sita moved her body and buried her head in my chest, her soft brown hair sweeping my chin, "Thank you, Master Hill, thank you..."
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