When I first saw Emma, she appeared to be the most ordinary person, with dark, rough skin and a small frame.
Her weathered face still showed signs of past beauty.
As soon as we met, she held my hand tightly, tearful with gratitude.
"Ava, if it weren't for you, James and I would probably be homeless now."
However, her son, James, wasn't very likable.
He had a round, puffy face, wide-set triangular eyes, a flat nose, and a dull gaze.
Even after entering the house, he didn't say a word for a long time.
Following my prior instructions, Nina warmly greeted James, inviting him to play with toys.
But James just stared blankly, showing no response.
Next to me, Jeremy furrowed his brow, his expression darker than I'd ever seen.
