Every time Laurine Teller introduces Mark Reed, Valentine Teller awkwardly looks at Mark Reed, fearing he might be displeased.
However, luckily, he seems at ease as if he were an outsider, not caring in the slightest about the eyes on him, his face bearing a consistent polite smile.
Mark Reed finally arrived at Valentine Teller's home.
A small room in an old building, with a worn-out bed, a cabinet with paint peeling off, a small table with thick stains in the corner, and the kitchen was in the hallway outside the house, made of a wooden board and some bricks.
Mark Reed looked at Valentine Teller with heartache; she actually grew up in such a place, yet her clean and refreshing temperament did not match this rundown place at all.
"Oh, Mr. Reed, our home is just like this. Please don't mind it, have a seat, have a seat."
Laurine Teller quickly folded the scattered quilt on the bed and invited Mark Reed to sit.
