Ellen Young looked at the portrait, her mind pondering various things.
Ruffy Smith's mother passed away too soon, and his background had a bit in common with her own.
However, she had parents but it was as if she had none, raised by her grandfather since childhood, and later continuing her studies year after year. Besides her grandfather, deep down Ellen felt quite indifferent towards family affection.
Only her grandfather would often say in her ear that it's always better for children to have their parents.
Children who grow up with their parents are always different.
She looked at the photo with its bright colors, thinking that if the person were still alive, she would likely be someone Ellen would enjoy spending time with.
Some people you can tell whether you'd get along with just by their appearance.
"Ellen?"
There was a faint voice from downstairs.
It was Ruffy's.
He had only just left.
Ellen turned her head and responded, "In your bedroom."