He wasn't pitiful at all.
He still had his mother.
He was doing just fine.
The boy thought indignantly.
"Point her out to me again."
The sanitation worker smiled as if trying to cover something up.
"I didn't see anyone..."
Boy:...
He turned to look at the gray-haired girl in the maple tree.
The girl's gray eyes gazed quietly at him.
She said nothing.
The brilliant red maple leaves danced in the breeze.
The gray-haired girl's face appeared and disappeared among them.
"I'm not human."
The words suddenly surfaced in the boy's mind.
He froze.
The boy's hand clenched abruptly.
His heart was beating fast.
Faster and faster.
Louder and louder.
He couldn't help reaching out to knock on his chest.
The dull sound was completely drowned out by the pounding in his ears.
The sanitation worker was startled by the boy's sudden action.
"What's wrong?"
"Why are you hitting yourself?"
"Are you feeling unwell?"
The sanitation worker looked at the boy with concern.
"I'm fine."
The boy gave an awkward smile.
"I just suddenly felt a little tightness in my chest."
"Tightness in your chest?"
The sanitation worker immediately grew worried when she heard those words.
"How did that happen?"
"Are you all right?"
"Should I take you to the nearby clinic?"
"Earlier, you—"
"Ma'am."
The boy hurriedly interrupted the sanitation worker's nonstop questions.
A smile appeared on his face.
"I'm fine."
"I just felt a little unwell for a moment."
"I'm fine now."
"Really?"
The sanitation worker carefully studied the boy's complexion.
It seemed... there was nothing wrong with him...
"Really."
The boy nodded.
"Thank you, ma'am."
"I'm really fine."
"I just need to rest here for a while."
Seeing that the sanitation worker still didn't seem