After that day, time seemed to fly by unusually quickly.
"Mr. Ade, your boots."
Fang Hong watched Pasha use her thin, dark hands to polish his boots until they shone brightly, then respectfully handed them to him. He looked up at her clear black-and-white eyes with a hint of expectation, unable to stop himself from gently shaking his head: "They look great, but it's not necessary. I've said before, Pasha, if you want to stay, just stay, but we don't do things like this here."
"But Miss Hilveld told me, you're the Lord Captain. Also the captain of this 'ship', and as a captain, you should be dignified. You need a servant or some kind of attendant, right? Mr. Ade, you don't need to worry, I'm not at all unwilling. Everyone's been very kind to me here; besides my mother, no one has ever treated me so well, and I'm already very satisfied."
