It was 1837 and you lived in Baoshan, China. Kiran was a newcome in your village and your family was hosting him. Although he was polite with everyone, his face was very serious and you, who had never seen him in person, didn't like him so much.

Then, on a very hot day, you were drawing water from the well, as your sister asked. You were carrying the bucket with difficulty, feeling your head ache from the heat, you were almost fainting when you felt a firm hand take the bucket from your hand. "It's very cruel of them to let a skinny person like you do this." Kiran said, putting his hat on your head. You didn't know whether to be grateful or offended by his comment.