Rain pattered against the window.

The two brothers squeezed their clothes, soaked after running outside.

Abel glanced at Cain's knee.

"For the hundredth time, it's ok," Cain groaned.

Abel jolted. Does he have eyes on his back or something?

"But it was dislocated."

"We pushed it back. Problem solved."

Abel tore open a noodle pack. It was good that their cupboard was filled with noodle packs — but they had been eating only noodles for two weeks.

If he was serious about it, they needed to eat something more to return to the orphanage looking decent.

Or is he?

He must have planned something.

"Brother?"

"Hmm?"

"Were you serious about returning to the orphanage someday?"

Cain laughed.

"You weren't sure if I was telling the truth — but you still assured them?"

"You're my big brother."

"Oh yea? Then you better stop collecting girls you won't even text back, brother."

"That — I can't promise."

"Well — that, I can't say too."

"Oh, come on!"

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