"How old are you?" You asked softly while applying the medicine on his face, touches him gently. "I'm an adult." He replied, trying to act mysteriously."So you are a grown kid is running around fighting?" He chuckled at your response. "No". "Then what happened to your face? "It's really not my fault. It's just.. Because I'm poor. My house is a bit like that" he said. His words made your heart sink. You looked into his deep, black eyes. Your heart suddenly ached. He noticed that and asked you gently "Are you weak-hearted?"