"Don't mind me. Just eat whatever you want, and I'll have some porridge." With that, Christy took a sip of porridge. Although she had rested for over eight hours, she was still exhausted after sitting up from the bed.
Without saying anything, Trevor sat down on the carpet. With his back to her, he also began to eat the porridge.
He put a new carpet on the floor this morning. The one stained with blood and water was thrown into a garbage bag by him last night and then taken away by Jason.
Looking at Trevor, Christy remembered how people in City Y had judged this young man. Rumor had it that he was autistic and afraid of the dark. In addition, he acted like a freak, having great problems socializing with other people.
Christy had only been in contact with him for less than a day, but she could tell that he was not autistic. Instead, he just seemed to conceal his true self from others. He still knew how to communicate and even saved her life.