I was eating a different meal every day with a complete and nutritious meal. Wearing clothes made of fine materials that showed my high caste in society, I was the daughter of a wealthy merchan
ere by the owner after a long day
s, he can still support himself by selling fruit; he has a large orchard of apples, grapes, and peaches in the mountains. Today, I'm grateful for being able to eat more fruit than usual as
ts while I was out of town getting my education. Amid the confusion and fear of being in a city with no money, I chose to work very hard to
asked for other people's pity; what I received had to be from the fruits of my sweat, not from hand-wringing and sympathy, because it made me feel more valuable and appreciative of the life G
y! We have t
ow alley at the end of which were stacked wooden carts, some broken and decayed and some still good and in use. This alley was not far from Zaidan's uncle's fruit warehouse; someone was sitting and
l as his robe, leather pointed-toe shoes. His face is handsome, with a firm and sturdy jawline overgrown with fine and neat hair, adding to the gorgeous and mascu
ted on the right side and Mirza
s a silver ring with a red ruby in the center that was not very large. I looked at Mirza wide-eyed and said, "He is the