"I do!" Seraphine said without hesitation.

She even took off the silk gloves that noble ladies loved most, revealing her soft, white and delicate palms.

Then he stretched out his hand and held it tightly with Levi.

Then, within a few seconds, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Seraphine's smooth forehead.

Her pupils were shrinking, her breathing became heavy, sweat quickly soaked her cheeks, and the strands of hair were messy and stuck to her face. It was like something huge and heavy was pressing down on her.

Pressed on her heart.

"Take a deep breath...take it slow." Levi let go of his hand in time.

He had already anticipated Seraphine's reaction.

Because when he just traveled through time and came into contact with the original owner's memory for the first time, he was also in such pain and shock.

That memory contains almost only despair and pain. Just browsing it quickly from the perspective of a bystander is enough to make people breathless.

As Seraphine was more innocent and delicate than him, she would probably be even more shocked.

This is indeed the case.

"Hoo, ho--" Seraphine shook off Levi's support in a daze and staggered to stand upright.

She saw many things that she had never imagined before.

For example, Seraphine had no idea what it was like to be an apprentice in her own factory.

It turns out that the food she usually eats and plays with, and every gold coin she spends, are all soldered one by one by the workers in this painful life.

And this, this job that Seraphine can't bear just by imagining it, is actually a kind of luck in the eyes of those Zaun apprentices. Because their memories of Zaun are even more miserable.

"Now, do you understand?" Levi only shared some snippets with her, but that was enough.

"Hmm..." Seraphine nodded slightly.

She finally understood how stupid she was in the past - she always sympathized with the suffering people she saw, but she didn't even understand how miserable they were.

And Li Wei didn't take the opportunity to preach.

Reality is more convincing than all truths. As for Seraphine, she already has the courage and determination to face reality head-on.

"Let's go." Those painful memory fragments obviously brought a serious mental burden to Seraphine. Levi was worried that something would happen to her, so he wanted to take her away.

But Seraphine shook her head: "Mr. Levi, can you wait a little longer?"

"I also want to hear more of the voices of the Zuan people." As she said that, she turned to look at the beggars:

They were still immersed in the beautiful music just now, and their expressions were as peaceful as the saints bathing in the Ganges.

He endured the suffering quietly without any complaints.

"Can I shake your hands?"

Seraphine plucked up the courage and walked up to the beggars.

Perhaps her singing really influenced everyone, of course, it is more likely that the influence of magic has not dissipated yet - these beggars have an inexplicable admiration and respect for Seraphine.

It's like fans meeting celebrities.

"You, you want to shake hands with us? How can this be done... How can a noble person like you... be able to shake hands with us?" The beggars were all flattered.

They instinctively worship Seraphine, but they feel ashamed and dare not approach her.

"Please." Seraphine took the initiative and stretched out her hand.

But the beggars were even more afraid to approach - they even felt that touching the girl with their dirty hands was a kind of blasphemy to the "idol".

"I, let me do it..."

Finally, a female beggar stood up hesitantly and excitedly. Her hands were cleaner than those rough guys, and she was the best at showing them to others.

But even so, when the hand is covered with calluses and cracks, dust and skin grow together, black mud and nails merge into one, the hand of a poor beggar...

When this hand stretched out in front of Seraphine, she still resisted instinctively.

This is completely different from the experience of shaking hands with Levi. Although Levi's hands also have calluses, they are very clean. They are also slender and slender with clear knuckles, which makes them naturally beautiful.

Even if it wasn't for "experience life", Seraphine was still willing to hold such a hand.

But this beggar woman’s hands...

It's really too dirty.

Just taking a closer look, Seraphine, who is slightly mysophobic, immediately got goosebumps.

"No, I'm sorry, miss..." The female beggar seemed to have noticed something, and couldn't help but blush and shrink her hands.

This action actually woke up Seraphine.

"No! It's me who should be sorry..."

Seraphine was extremely ashamed.

She suddenly realized that she was "hypocritical"!

It is obvious that she has sympathized with beggars since she was a child and hopes to help the poor.

She also always regarded herself as half Zaun. Every time she heard her parents say bad things about Zaun, she couldn't help but complain about the hometown in her imagination.

But now, after Seraphine actually stood in front of these poor people in Zaun, she finally realized...

It turns out that she has always disliked them!

This kind of disgust was something she couldn't even detect herself.

Her father was right, she was not Zaun at all... never!

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

Seraphine overcame her inner discomfort and held the female beggar's hand guiltily. With just such a squeeze, her hand seemed to be stained with a layer of dirt.

Seraphine did not let go, but held it firmly, then raised her head and asked the female beggar:

"Can you please recall how you came to Piltover from Zaun to become... like this?"

There is no magic in this question, but it is like a needle that suddenly pierces the illusion cast by magic.

"Ah--" Almost instantly, a painful memory quickly came to Seraphine's mind like a fleeting glimpse.

She saw with her own eyes a girl who struggled to grow up in Zaun by selling her parents' corpses and eating ditch rats. She finally saved enough money to buy an apprenticeship, and came to Piltover with a dream to work, but she lost her job because of a factory accident.

All, she was fired from the factory, evicted by the landlord, and deported by the law enforcement officers. She tried her best to escape, and was unable to find a job because she lost her legal status... The woman who was reduced to this even dreamed of becoming a J girl, but because of

His face was disfigured by Zaun's alchemical poison in his early years, and no one even wanted to sell himself. In the end, he could only become a beggar, relying on petty theft, rummaging through garbage dumps and begging for charity...

The naive Seraphine never thought that for a woman, being a prostitute could be a luxury dream.

This memory...

It hurts, it hurts so much!

"Ah——" It really hurts.

"What's wrong, Seraphine?"

"My ability... was, stimulated out of control." Seraphine covered her ears with a splitting headache: "Sounds are everywhere... painful sounds! Ahhhhh!"

This is a Zaun community, and of course there are melodies of pain everywhere. And there are almost only melodies of pain.

Mr. Erwin didn't let her come here because he was afraid that his daughter's abilities would lose control in a place like this.

"Seraphine!"

Seeing her almost fainting from pain, Levi finally panicked.

He could no longer care about anything else, and immediately supported the shaky Seraphine and held her in his arms. Seraphine weakly tilted her head on his chest, as if she was about to faint.

"Hold on, I'll take you out now!"

Levi picked her up and wanted to leave quickly.

But Seraphine fought back her last consciousness and looked at the beggars with blurred eyes:

"You can go...go to the factory area, find Mr. Erwin at the Hex Audio Factory, and ask him to give you a job and help you restore your status as an apprentice...Don't, don't forget to say my name.

,My name is..."

"Seraphine!"

.............................

Seraphine woke up from the darkness.

When I woke up, I was surrounded by the clean and lively streets of Piltover.

The sky here is so clear and the sun is so bright. It seems that everything I just saw in the Zaun community is just an illusion experienced in a nightmare.

As for Seraphine herself, she was being carefully supported by a man and carried steadily on his back. The man's shoulders were very broad, just enough for her to sleep comfortably there.

"Oh, it's Mr. Levi..." Seraphine vaguely recognized the man's identity, and then lay on his shoulder again with confidence.

Only then did she vaguely "hear": Li Wei was singing for her in his heart, and he kept singing.
To be continued...