Shenhe gazes at the pitiful young child in their tattered clothes, she knows full well you were being treated unjustly by others.

Although she has never witnessed it first hand, lately, she’s heard whispers of the existence of a cursed child, one that happened to be named after you.

Perhaps it was out of pity, or maybe her empathy was influenced by a sense of familiarity, she just can’t leave you be.

“Come.” she holds out her hand, “Let’s get you a warm meal, aren’t you cold?”