At that moment, at such close range, even without deliberately sensing her, Kakarot could keenly detect the complicated emotions Robin kept buried in her heart.
He could clearly pick up the shame and confusion within Robin, like layers of mist shrouding her young heart.
She was deeply grateful to Kakarot and the others for saving her life, but she was so young that she truly did not know how to express her thanks.
As far as she knew, she was just a useless little girl. How could she possibly help people as important as Kakarot and the others, whose names were known across the seas?
So Robin merely stole a quick glance at Kakarot and the others before swiftly lowering her head, her gaze falling on her tattered clothes and her scrawny body, little more than skin and bones.
At that moment, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed. Her gaze grew vacant and unfocused, as though she had sunk into deep self-rejection.
Of course, only a child as intelligent and sensitive as Robin would have such delicate, complicated emotions and thoughts. Other children under seven would never have thought so much about it.
"Little Robin, come over here first and let Sister Lina take care of your wounds!"
Kakarot's voice was like a spring breeze, gentle and warm, carrying an irresistible friendliness.
His tone was full of concern, like a ray of sunlight trying to pierce the gloom in Robin's heart.
Robin slowly raised her head and met Kakarot's caring gaze.
At that moment, something seemed to gently touch her heart, and her previously heavy feet began moving toward Lina of their own accord.
She obediently walked over to Lina, as though she had found something to lean on in this unfamiliar place.
With eyes full of compassion, Lina