Later, she stopped resisting.

She let those people vent their anger on her without saying a word.

Only one thing, nobody could take her food away.

That was for her mother.

The leader among them was a tall, thin boy, just over ten years old.

Seeing Hannah clutching a dead animal tightly in her hands, his anger flared even more. He randomly selected a few people, "Go up and snatch the food from her arms."

Hannah, lying on the ground, moved her eyes.

Her small body curled up, clutching the food tightly, "No... you can’t take my food."

Her voice was too low, no one heard it.

Even if someone had heard, they wouldn’t have cared.

The selected few surrounded her.

But no matter how they punched and kicked, Hannah still didn’t let go.

The leader boy got upset, he ordered people to hold Hannah’s arms, he wanted to smash her hands.

A stone as big as a head was lifted high and then smashed down hard.

Hannah struggled to dodge, the stone hit her shoulder, and the crisp sound of breaking bones reached everyone’s ears.

But she still didn’t let go of the food in her hand.

The group gave up, and before they left, they cursed, "She really is a monster; she won’t die like this." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The sky darkened, and there were wild beasts calling in the distance.

Hannah struggled to get up from the ground, dragging her limp left arm in the direction of her home.

Her body had an incredible healing ability, and her pain threshold was much duller than that of a normal person.

Before she was six, people said this was her gift. After she turned six, this gift made her a monster in the eyes of others.

Also because of this "gift," the later Hannah had many reasons to be hurt.

That night, fearing that her mother would worry, she always hid not far from home, waiting until the wound started to heal and wouldn’t make her mother suspicious, before she pushed the door open again.

In the simple and narrow house, her mother still sat in the chair by the window.

She was still looking in the direction the man had left, turning her head upon hearing a noise, with a tone of slight joy, "Did you go to find your father?"

Hannah moved her stiff, painful hand, placed down the food in her hand, and shook her head, "No."

Her mother became very disappointed and began to repeat that phrase, "Hannah, go find your father, go find him..."

Hannah bowed her head and skillfully dealt with the freshly hunted prey, her shoulder wound split open, and warm fresh blood slid down her arm.

But no one noticed, not even her mother.

Hannah’s hand gripping the knife forcefully scratched the tabletop, emphasizing again in her childish voice, "I won’t go find him, he doesn’t love me, nor does he love you."

Her words were filled with hatred, tears in her eyes, and stubbornness too.

Her mother seemed startled.

At that moment, her mother looked at her as if she were a stranger.

After a moment of distracted gaze, her mother gently smiled again and shook her head, "Hannah, you won’t understand, I love your father."

Hannah shed tears, then raised her hand to wipe them away, her voice trembling harshly as she said, "But he betrayed our home, he betrayed our planet!"

Their planet was occupied, and their days became very difficult, even food became a problem.

The man left her and her mother’s lives, as if a mere handout to ants, then turned and left.

At that time, Hannah still didn’t understand why people’s feelings could change so easily.

Was it inherent, or because she was too naive?

She posed this question to her mother.