The gazes of the people around him, along with their neat attire, made him stick out like a sore thumb in this world.
Like an outcast.
Back then, he didn’t understand what it ant to pretend, he just wanted to vent his emotions.
He despised these people, despised the wealthy young masters and mistresses, and hated even more their pitying stares.
A little girl walked over and placed a hundred yuan in front of Louis Snyder.
For those kids, a hundred yuan was rely pocket change, but for Louis Snyder, it crushed all his self-esteem.
Below the ssy black hair were gloomy eyes.
Dark like crows perched atop tree branches on a rainy day. Oppressive, without a glimpse of sunlight.
Just as his sanity was about to fray, a crisp voice suddenly ca from the crowd.
"Oh! Who dropped this hundred yuan? If no one claims it, I’m going to take it."
The little girl with a pink backpack squeezed into the crowd, picked up the hundred yuan from the ground, waved it, and looked around at everyone.
A girl with twin braids couldn’t help but speak up, "That money was for him."
She pointed at Louis Snyder.
The little girl then turned her head, looked down at Louis Snyder, and asked with her tender voice, "Is this your money?"
Louis Snyder hung his head low, his hands clutching tightly onto his burlap sack.
Inside were plastic bottles he had collected all morning, which now he wished he could just throw away.
The voice, as if squeezed from his throat, was so low it was nearly inaudible.
"It’s not."
The little girl blinked, smiled, her eyes like a kitten’s as she looked at the girl with twin braids, "You see, he said it isn’t his, so the money must be lost."
Her words carried a childlike obstinacy.
But they allowed Louis Snyder to breathe a sigh of relief.
The girl with twin braids, probably having never encountered soone like this, couldn’t refute and was so frustrated she felt like crying.
The little girl then handed the money back to her, "Here’s your dropped money, you don’t have to thank ."
"I don’t want money that soone else has touched!" The girl with twin braids stomped her foot and ran off.
With the show over, the rest of the onlookers gradually dispersed.
Only the little girl who had helped Louis Snyder remained.
She held the money, folded it neatly, and then put it into her pocket, "This is my money now, you don’t mind, do you?"
Louis Snyder shook his head, his eyes fixed on the little girl in front of him, obscured by his bangs.
He wanted to ask for her na, but before the words could leave his mouth, the little girl was already called away.
Probably by a classmate.
Louis Snyder only managed to catch a glimpse of the school badge hanging from the girl’s backpack.
He had never been to school and didn’t recognize many characters, but fortunately, these three were known to him.
Tiffany Lynch.
Those three characters were etched into Louis Snyder’s mind.
He muttered them to himself and then bent down to pick up the woven bag from the ground.
The bag was large, cramd full of plastic bottles, rustling with a shake, and from a corner, a red banknote fell out.
It was the sa hundred yuan from before.
Fold marks from the little girl’s hand still lingered on it.
Louis Snyder bent down to pick it up, clutching it in his palm, his gaze following the direction where the little girl had just left.
He moved his lips but in the end, didn’t call out.
He simply turned and walked away in silence.
He thought, at least he rembered her na and her school.
He would find her one day.
In this world, she was the first person who did not harbor prejudice against him.
At that ti, Louis Snyder still didn’t understand what like or love was, all he knew was that he wanted to find that little girl.
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