Chapter 5 Warm Hands With Each Other

"Because..." She swallowed the last bite of the steamed bun in her hand.

The taste of steamed buns was mediocre. In the past, she would have disliked eating it. But now, the most important thing to her was filling her belly.

"We are the same kind of people. We are all abandoned by this society and struggling to survive at the bottom. Maybe no one wants people like us, no one cares about us. But at least we can hug each other for warmth. We can accompany each other, right?!"

She smiled lightly at him. Her eyes were filled with hope, longing, and nervousness.

"Really? It seems that we are really the same kind of people." He murmured, but his gaze seemed to be looking at a small animal that had fallen into a trap. Maybe life was really boring to him. It was so boring because he could get anything he wanted easily. As time goes by, it became more boring. But now this game was more interesting for him.

"Sister." He softly spoke out the two words she wanted.

In an instant, she smiled and her smile bloomed like a bright starry sky.

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After dinner, Giana took Kason to the night market to buy clothes.

It cost her more than 100 dollars to buy clothes, even if they chose cheap clothes.

Giana asked Kason to put on the padded clothes directly, "Is it warmer?"

"Yeah," Kason responded lightly. He looked down at her who was almost half a head shorter than him, "Actually, you don't need to buy these clothes for me. I am used to the cold weather. Even if I wear my original clothes, I won't catch a cold."

"Even if you get used to it, it doesn't mean it should be like that." She said, "I don't have much money, and I can't buy you too much. But at least I can make your dress warmer."

"Why are you so nice to me?" He asked in a low voice.

"Because I'm your elder sister." She smiled. Accidentally, she touched his hand and found that his hand was also cold. So, she held his hand, lowered her head, and huffed to his hands, then rubbed them back and forth to warm them up.

"Your hands are too cold. Rubbing them like this and make them warmer," she said.

His hands froze slightly, and his charming eyes behind the bangs suddenly narrowed. There had never been a woman rubbing his hands just to make his hands warmer.

He never liked to touch other people's skin, but he didn't seem to dislike her touch. Was it because she was an important part of the game for him now? So for this reason, could he also bear her touch?

Seeing that he didn't respond, she suddenly seemed to remember something and glanced at her callused hands, "Are my hands too rough, and it hurts yours..."

As she spoke, she hastily let go of her hand.

It was as if the warmth in his hands was suddenly lost. He frowned slightly, "I don't think your hands are so rough. My hands are still a little cold, could you rub them for a while, sister?"

He said and put his hands in front of her again.

She froze for a moment but then put her hands around his again. Compared with his big hand, her hand looked much smaller.

On this cold winter night, her little hand was struggling to wrap his big hand as much as possible, and her palm repeatedly rubbed against the back of his hand.

She lowered her head and breathed hot air on his hand from time to time. The tip of her nose, which was slightly red from the cold, seemed to be cute.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. Kason looked at his hand wrapped in her little hands. It seemed that his hands were warmer.

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Two days later, Giana received a call from Alyssa, "Sister, today our father said that she was going to throw away that photo album. I begged him to keep the photo album. I want to give the photo album to you." But can you come over to me?"

Giana froze, knowing that the photo album Alyssa was talking about was the photo album she took with her mother before she was three years old.

"If you don't come to me, it would be terrible if the photo album gets lost," Alyssa said softly, reported the specific address, and then ended the communication without waiting for Giana to answer.

Giana was still staring at the phone in her hand. She knew that Alyssa would never give her the photo album for no reason. There must be some conspiracy.

But those were the precious memories of her and her mother, and almost all of her memories of her mother came from that photo album.

"Sister?" A cold voice sounded.

She came back to her senses, took a deep breath, and said, "Kason, I need to go out to handle some things. You should go to sleep first." She stood up hastily, put on her coat, and went out. She was unaware that Kason was staring at her back thoughtfully.

When Giana came to the place Alyssa said, she found it was a club. When she walked into the box Alyssa said, she found that there was not only Alyssa but also a fat man in his 40s.

"Alyssa, is this your sister, the girlfriend of Mr. Hawthorn?" The man looked at Giana and said.

"Yes, Mr. Bertram, this is my sister. Giana, this is Mr. Bertram from my current crew. Mr. Bertram heard that you used to be Mr. Hawthorn's girlfriend, and said that he wants to meet you. "Alyssa said with a smile.

"Where's the photo album?" Giana asked coldly.

"Then I want you to speak more words of praise to Mr. Bertram for me. If Mr. Bertram is happy and willing to add more drama to me, I will give you the photo album." Alyssa spoke in a low voice, and her words were full of threats.

"Okay, since you're here, let's have a drink first." Mr. Bertram poured a full glass of red wine directly and signaled Giana to drink it.

Giana pursed her lips and stared at Alyssa. It seemed that her sister was planning to use her in exchange for a chance to add more drama.

Alyssa took the initiative to pick up the wine, handed it to Giana, and said in a low voice that could only be heard by them, "Giana, you ruined my chance in the past, so it's not too much to compensate me now. It is not only for my sake. If you please him, you can live a better life in the future. I'm doing it for your benefit."

"It's the first time I've heard someone talk about seducing a man in such a sober and refined tone." Giana pushed the wine glass away, spilling the red wine all over the floor.

"You don't want the photo album, right?" Alyssa gritted her teeth and said in a low voice.

"I never thought of selling my body for a photo album," Giana replied. If that was the case, her mother would not be happy to see it.

But when she turned around and was about to leave, Mr. Bertram suddenly said, "Okay, you don't want to give me face, right? Do you think you are still the girlfriend of Mr. Hawthorn? I heard Alyssa say that you are just a street sweeper now. It's your great honor to be invited to drink!"