She taught him how to take a hot shower with the showerhead. It was the first hot shower he had ever taken, and it was in such a beautiful bathroom.
She bought him clothes. It was the first time he had worn clothes that belonged solely to him instead of clothes salvaged from someone else.
He liked the knife on the website, and she bought it for him without much hesitation. She only warned him that he couldn't use a knife carelessly or hurt people for no reason.
That should have been the first gift he had ever received in his life.
A special gift that he truly liked.
The blade was cold, and its edge was razor-sharp. Besides giving him a sense of security, it also gave him warmth.
Later, she taught him that he had to sleep in a bed, not under one or inside a cabinet. She taught him to read and write, do his homework, go online, and all the basic knowledge he needed to live.
Every morning, she woke him up to exercise. To train his ability to live independently, she also taught him how to cook and various survival skills.
No one had ever treated him so well. Sometimes, he would wake from a nightmare in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, and pull on the light, feeling the wondrous power it bestowed upon him.
At those times, the same sentence would always echo in his mind: So all of this is real. I'm not dreaming.
He thought that meeting his sister must have used up all the luck he had accumulated over several lifetimes.
He had thought he would live happily with his sister like that forever. He had even dreamed countless times of a quiet and beautiful life in the