When night falls, the light-years starlight is cleansed by the rain and rejuvenated to its purest splendor, reflecting in the small puddles that have accumulated in the quaint streets and courtyards, and the wet ground is also dotted with a mysterious starry sky.

In the orphanage's six-story building, the restaurant on the second floor has been turned into a banquet hall, where a dinner party is being held.

In terms of the scale of the banquet, it is obvious that this dinner cannot be compared to the Hogwarts opening dinner or the Halloween dinner, but when it comes to the level of excitement, this banquet is even better.

As the second half of the feast progressed, Amosta, who had been the focus of attention, was gradually left out in the cold, and the children, who could not enjoy such a sumptuous meal even at Christmas, walked briskly, shuttling between tables filled with fragrant fried steaks, grilled sausages, potato pies, crème brûlée, and various juices, with smiles on their young cheeks more delicate than tulips in bloom.

Amosta leaned against the wooden railing of the staircase, gazing at the scene in front of him with a gentle expression.

His gaze wandered, and when the focus of his gaze fell on the shadow with a slight smile on the front and eating with the children, his eyelids trembled slightly, and there was a strange color in his eyes.

This is a gentle-looking, tranquil lady.

Dressed in a simple style, just covering the knees, the long emerald green hair of the same color as the eyes was softly draped over the shoulders, the fair skin emitted an imperceptible fluorescence in the not too bright light, and the fresh breath lingering around his body, even if he was dozens of feet away, Amosta could still smell it faintly.

Foggy sideburns, graceful - that's what Amosta says about her.

To be honest, Amosta, who has traveled between two worlds and is well-informed, has never seen a lady with such a temperament.

Ms. Vitia Hill, who volunteered at the orphanage, seemed to notice Amosta's gaze, and she looked back at Amosta by the stairs and nodded, a smile on her lips.

Amosta smiled in response, and then, taking advantage of everyone's lack of attention, turned and walked up the stairs.

Upstairs you can still hear the bustle of the second floor, Amosta walked in the dim corridor with a blank face, his eyes wandered around, knocking on the walls from time to time to judge whether the quality of this dormitory was passable, and before he knew it, he had reached the top floor.

Using a steel ladder next to the laundry room, Amosta climbed to the roof and paced to the guardrail.

The view from the top of the building is not too wide, because the low buildings on the opposite side and on both sides block the scenery of most of the area near the orphanage, but fortunately it is far away from the troubles, and the lights are dim, so the starry sky is still bright.

Amosta rested his arms on the railing, raised his head and stared at the night sky, I don't know how long later, a cool night breeze blew in his face, Amosta squinted his eyes, and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

Smoking was a habit of Amosta in his previous life, and he was not a small addict to smoking at that time, but since he came to this world, he has successfully quit this bad habit after experiencing his baby, childhood, and childhood again, and he has no intention of picking it up again.

However, when he is not in a good mood, he will still pull out a cigarette and smell the aroma of tobacco.

The steel ladder behind him suddenly sounded the sound of crisp footsteps, and Amosta crumpled the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the wind before turning to look, and when he saw the coat hanging from Vitia's arm, his eyes flickered for a moment.

"Mrs. Reagan told me that every time you come back here, you like to be alone on the rooftop for a long time--"

Vitia walked gracefully to Amosta and handed over her coat,

"It seems that you are a man who likes to be quiet, Mr. Blaine."

"Thank you,"

Amosta took the coat, but did not put it on, he looked at Vitia, who was still tall in her low-heeled sandals, and said with a casual smile,

"You're welcome, Miss Hill, just call me Amosta."

Although she had tried her best to hide it, there were other emotions in Vitia's pure eyes.

Every day she worked at the orphanage, she could hear the children here speak in expectant tones about their longing for the young man's return, and over time, she would inevitably be curious.

"It's remarkable that Mrs. Reagan and the kids have solved the problem of the little ones going to school here, Miss Hill, and how did you do all of this with the same vegan officials and the same greedy staff at the same school?"

Amosta asked with a smile as her gaze swept over Vitia's eyes and hair.

"Actually, I'm not as good as you think, Bray... Amosta, I just asked for some help from my father, who is a professor at the University of London and has some friendships with some government officials, although it is insignificant, but fortunately the problem is not complicated--"

Amosta nodded undeniably, he looked away, looking down at the street below where there were no longer many people to be seen, although he was expressing his gratitude, but in a calm tone,

"Anyway, Miss Hill, I have to thank you for the children."

The two of them stood against the railing, and in the deep night, they were obviously new acquaintances, but they were talking in a tone that they were very familiar with each other.

"When I was here, the conditions in the courtyard were much worse than they are now, and in the summer, the room was so dull that we had to spread out our mats in the courtyard and try to sleep while enduring the many mosquitoes that grew from the poor drainage system.

In the winter, due to the lack of funds to repair the doors and windows and cracked walls, the room leaked everywhere, and those biting cold winds were not at all able to withstand the thin bedding, so in order not to freeze to death, we would huddle several people into one bed, shivering and waiting for the dawn to come...

Many of the children my age have completely cut ties with the orphanage after leaving it, and I understand this behavior because there are so many memories that are not pleasant to say about in this orphanage."

Amosta talked about the past, and the topic was very abrupt, but Vitia didn't show a surprised look, she pursed her lips and asked,

"Mrs. Reagan told me that you went to a boarding school, and I heard that your parents registered you before you were born..."

Amostamo rubbed his fingers and smiled casually,

"I spent my whole teenage years there, it was a very good school, the food was delicious, and it was a good night's sleep... So, what about you, Miss Hill, presumably you grew up in a much better environment than these children below? ”

Vetia ruffled the scattered hair in front of her, and instead of answering Amosta's question directly, she said in an ethereal voice,

"Actually, it's not as good as you think."

Amosta bowed slightly, not speaking again.

The two men stood side by side, staring at the deeper and deeper night, and with the silence was an indescribable depression.

None of the children had come up to look for Amosta or Vitia, and the shrewd little ones had their own thoughts, and they and the staff quietly cleaned up the messy dining room and returned to their rooms, hiding under the covers and laughing and discussing Brother Amosta and Miss Vitia on the rooftop.

The lights in the houses on both sides of the street were extinguished one after another, and at last everything was silent except for the dim glow of the two rows of street lamps.

"So, Miss Vitia,"

When the bright moon was in the west, Amosta turned his head expressionlessly and spoke again,

"Can I ask your real name?"

"Vitia--"

The elegant lady beside her smiled unsurprisingly on her bright face, she lowered her eyes, and whispered with a hint of apology,

"Vitia Cleona, this is my real name, Mr. Viper--"

ps: It's work, so the second one is a little late, sorry--









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