That year, Sasha was eight and had just started primary three.
Did I ever give him a piece of bread?
Sasha couldn't remember doing so at all. During that time, she had been engrossed with writing to the boy who had been locked up because of her. With her childish handwriting, she would write her letters word by word carefully.
Therefore, she couldn't recall such an incident at all.
“I don't need your protection, neither do I remember ever giving you anything. If I really did, I want to tell you that I regret doing so. My act of kindness doesn't give you the right to manipulate me by pretending to be noble!”