Karan rarely participates in school activities.

She has never participated in dances, sports teams, team competitions, cheerleading, etc., and public performances such as drama performances are even further away from her.

So until Saturday, "watching a drama rehearsal" felt novel to her.

But she soon became bored.

In this play, Raphael plays the role of a duke, and the queen opposite him blushes and acts out from time to time, completely unable to keep up with the rhythm. The performances of other people are very scattered, and the only highlights are the gorgeous clothes and exquisite scenery.

Karan knew it was a comedy, but the lines in the play were too advanced, and she had no time to figure out the point of the joke.

The more she watched, the more bored she became, and finally she fell asleep in the workroom.

When he woke up, Raphael had already sent away his classmates, and the servants were packing up the scenery and props.

"Are you tired?" Actually, Raphael really wanted to hear her comments.

"No, I just..." Karan was a little embarrassed. After all, Rafael invited her to see him out of good intentions, but she actually fell asleep.

She reorganized her words: "I just don't have such elegant aesthetics...Sorry, Raphael."

"It doesn't matter." Raphael didn't blame him. "It would be strange if you also like drama and painting."

Lady Tilling is fond of drama and painting.

For some reason, Karan couldn't laugh at this joke.

"What are your hobbies?" Raphael sat down next to her.

Karan stepped away a little uncomfortably.

"nothing."

She really doesn't have any hobbies.

Cultivating hobbies is a time-consuming and money-consuming task, and she has no conditions to do it.

"Do you like reading?" Raphael asked again.

Karan hesitated and said, "So be it."

In fact, she doesn't like reading and studying.

I study hard just because I think reading will lead to a way out.

Now she has nothing to love and no direction to work towards.

Raphael nodded: "Then I'll take you to the big study next time. Anyway, my parents have been away recently."

He sent Karan back to the ship and was about to leave when he heard Karan calling him hesitantly.

"By the way..." Karan looked embarrassed, reminding Raphael of many inappropriate requests.

"What?" He pursed his lips slightly.

Karan wrung his fingers and asked: "Last time you helped me send the letter to my parents, did they... read it? What was their reaction?"

Raphael was slightly startled. He didn't expect Karan to ask about the letter after so long.

"Your adoptive mother took the letter out of the mailbox. I don't know if they read it or what their reaction was."

"Okay." Karan's hand relaxed.

After Raphael left, she stayed lying on the bed, trying to write another letter to her parents.

She began to miss them.

The dull life of the previous ten years quickly turned into strong memories after just a few months of fermentation.

Karan still wants a family.

Not a doghouse, a garden, an old boat.

But a "home".

A place of your own.

"Mom, Dad..." she wrote on the paper at the beginning, and then cried without warning.

Siovel opened the door and saw Karan crying.

When she heard the door open, she immediately pulled a pillow to cover her face, then turned her back. She didn't dare to speak for fear of revealing her cry.

"What are you doing?" Siovel closed the door, untied his tie, and hung it on the back of the chair next to him.

His voice made Karan even more devastated.

"Don't come over, not tonight." Her voice was muffled through the pillow, "I don't feel well."

Xiovel sat down beside her bed: "Where?"

"Heart."

…?

If she refuses with this reason every day, why would he keep a slave?

Xiovel turned her around impatiently, saw her crying face, and scolded her: "Stop crying, I have something to do later."

"I have something to do too." Karan finally managed to find a steady breath between sobs and finished the sentence quickly, "Leave me alone."

Xiovel suddenly saw the letter in her hand, which started with "Mom and Dad."

"Why...do you miss your parents?" He smiled contemptuously.

The little slave's parents are also black-haired.

Most of them have fled the empire.

Or die.

Siouvel went to the epidemic prevention station to check her medical records before and found her file. There was no information about her biological parents in the file.

"Yes!" Karan was irritated by his tone. She put down the hand wiping her face and said loudly, "I miss my parents! Can't you? What's so funny about this?"

She leaned forward slightly and brought her face very close to her.

Xiovir felt her breath lingering on the tip of his nose.

It was hard for him to describe this feeling.

It's like a shirt soaked with sweat in summer, hot and sticky.

Very disgusting.

He turned his head unaccustomedly.

Karan became even more furious: "What are you hiding from? Who wants to kiss you!"

She sat back down, tore up the letter and threw it into the trash can next to the bed.

When she leaned out, Xiovir hugged her from behind and caught her back.

"I've told you ten thousand times not to do dangerous things." He warned while lifting the hem of her clothes.

Karan struggled with him reluctantly for half an hour.

In the end, because Xiovel really had something to do and couldn't stay too late, he let it go.

Before he left, he said sarcastically: "You can call me daddy next time."

There was a pause.

"On the bed."

Karan was so angry that he killed him ten thousand times in his heart.

On Sunday, she watched the rehearsal of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" again in the garden and fell asleep again.

On Monday, she went back to school.

She can probably stay in school until it's time to change into summer uniforms - she doesn't show much pregnancy now, and the spring and autumn uniforms can hide her figure, but it won't be possible in a few months.

She felt that she should make plans for the next step.

But she couldn't think of what to do specifically.

In confusion and uneasiness, she finished writing the letter to her adoptive parents and gave it to Raphael, asking him to see her parents' reaction.

While she was waiting for a reply, she received an email from an unexpected person.

It's Rebecca.

Rebecca has been thinking about this girl who contacted her once.

Although the exchange of letters last time was not much, she could feel the love and cherishment of life between the lines of the other person's words. This made her a little moved.

"It's been a while since I last contacted you. I want to confirm your situation. If you are still alive, can you give me a reply? I really feel uneasy."

Karan didn't expect that the MD still remembered her.

She wrote a reply and told Rebecca that although she was in a bad situation, her health was getting better.

Rebecca asked if she had received treatment.

Karan said vaguely, "I have seen the doctor several times."

A private doctor will give her regular check-ups twice a week, and a psychological counselor will provide her with counseling. As long as Siouvel does not deliberately anger her, she can maintain a stable mood.

Rebecca felt very surprised after hearing what she basically said.

Because her medications are extremely expensive, they are not affordable for ordinary families. But from her own description, it seems that she has a difficult life and does not have much financial income.

If she had such treatment conditions, she might not need help from the institute.

Rebecca hesitated again and again, but wrote back: "Are you going to take the college entrance exam this year? If you are interested, I can write a letter of recommendation for you to the Capital Medical College, where I graduated and my husband is also there.
Chapter completed!