"This is the money you paid for my flowers before, I'm returning it to you now. Those flowers, consider them a gift from me!"
Amy ignored Clark's refusal and stuffed the wallet into his hand.
"No, I don't need these, Amy, you need these more."
Clark felt that Amy, whose life was so tight, needed these more.
But Amy kept stuffing the wallet into his hand, and even if he wanted to refuse, he couldn't.
Finally, he could only quietly accept it, and then secretly hide the money in an undetectable corner of her room.
After the Xiao Hunhun were taken away by the police, Amy welcomed Clark into the room.
"It's a bit cramped, isn't it! I think it's pretty good."
Amy showed no inferiority about her shabby room. After seating Clark, she poured him a glass of water.
Clark took the glass and looked at the posters displayed in the room.
There were his, Eric's, and some illustrations from books Eric had published.
It seemed she was a big fan of both him and Eric.
"Amy, are you staying here alone?"
Clark asked her, puzzled.
"Yes."
Amy smiled at Clark, "Actually, I ran away from home."
"Ran away from home?"
"Mm, anyway, I didn't want to stay in that kind of family for another second."
Amy said indifferently, but quickly changed the subject, "Brother Clark, do you think there are devils in this world?"
"What?"
Clark was a little confused by her sudden question.
"I went to church and asked the pastor. He thought for a long time and told me: 1 John 4:1 says, 'Dear friends, do not believe every spirit.' Everything must be tested before direct contact; it might be a false prophet."
After a moment of silence, Amy continued, "But I asked him, 'Genesis' mentions the serpent that tempted Eve, 'Job' mentions Satan walking to and fro before God, the 'Gospels' record Jesus being tempted by the devil, and in 'Revelation,' it even states: 'The great dragon was hurled down—that ancient serpent called the devil, or Satan.' Aren't these all clearly recorded? Why are they false?"
"Then the pastor kicked me out!"
Amy thought of the pastor's embarrassed and angry demeanor at the time, a mischievous smile appearing on her lips, and said, "The pastor might not believe in this, but my mother believes in it. She told me that I make her afraid! She's afraid of me, so she constantly curses me, saying I'm defiled by the blood of a devil, the source of fear!"
"My mom often tells me I shouldn't have been born, that I'm a devil. I don't know why she says that, but I know she must really dislike me!"
Amy spoke of her background with an indifferent attitude, "So I ran away from my home. It didn't make me feel a shred of happiness, so I didn't hesitate at all."
After hearing her story, Clark fell silent.
Although he had not experienced a family life like Amy's, he knew how profoundly such a family could affect a child.
"Amy, how old are you?"
Clark pondered for a moment and asked her.
"Twelve. If you send me to a children's welfare home now, Brother Clark, believe me, they will definitely send me back to my home. I don't want to go home!"
"Is that so?"
Clark looked at the nervous girl and immediately abandoned the idea of sending her to a children's welfare home.
Looking at her figure, he had thought she would be fifteen or sixteen, but he was quite surprised to learn she was only twelve.
"I won't do that."
Clark reassured the girl.
After receiving Clark's assurance, the girl breathed a sigh of relief and asked him, "Then, Brother Clark, don't you want to know why my mother says I'm a devil?"
"No!"
Clark reached out and lovingly stroked Amy's slightly dark red hair.
"You are not a devil!"
"Thank you, Brother Clark, for comforting me like that!"
Amy gave Clark a grateful smile, then said with some dejection, "But they gave me a nickname."
"What nickname?"
"Robin!"
Amy said her nickname with some distress, "Later, almost everyone called me that."
"Why Robin?"
Clark asked, puzzled.
"Because…"
Amy hesitated, glancing at Clark, and said, "I… I can see Death by touching other people's skin."
Clark froze when Amy said she could see Death.
"Death?"
"Yes, like an onlooker, I can see the last moment of their life. However, it's not always effective; sometimes I don't see anything, even when I touch someone's skin. My mother took me to see a pastor and the church when I was little, but they couldn't cure me either."
Amy said with some distress, "We also went to Metropolis to find a lady named Nancy. When she held my arm, I saw her Death, and then she convulsed wildly, then had a nosebleed, and finally angrily kicked me and my mother out.
Later, Mom was going to take me to Metropolis to find someone named Madame Xanadu, but unfortunately, we couldn't find her. After that, I ran away from home!"
Amy spoke a lot in one breath, then looked at Clark with sparkling eyes.
"Brother Clark, can I touch your hand?"
After saying that, she immediately regretted it, "No, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry, Brother Clark, I know that's a very rude thing to ask."
Amy immediately apologized to Clark.
She knew that asking someone directly like that was a very impolite action.
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