"Sweet potatoes should be eaten while they’re hot," the boy said.

Hannah nodded, cradling the sweet potato in her hands.

It was just the right temperature.

She took a bite, the soft and sticky sweetness was just perfect.

"Pretty eyes, can I give you a name?"

Hannah turned to look at him.

The boy nodded, "Sure."

Hannah started to ponder deeply.

Because naming was a very serious and earnest matter.

By the time half the sweet potato was gone, Hannah had finally come up with a name.

"Your eyes are so beautiful that from now on, I’ll call you..."

The boy suddenly felt a bit nervous.

"How about Black, is that okay?"

She tilted her head to look at him, her eyes clean and clear.

It wasn’t a joke, she was seriously coming up with a name.

Dark pupils like the night sky, like the deep sea, very beautiful.

The boy coughed softly, "Do I have any other choices?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

The name Black was really...

"You’re so troublesome," the little girl pouted, lowering her head and taking another big bite of sweet potato.

She had already finished one of the two sweet potatoes.

The smaller one was left.

She was still a little hungry but still pushed the sweet potato towards the boy, "If you don’t like Black, then let’s go with Archer."

Because she had found him north of the city.

The boy considered the names "Black" and "Archer" and chose the latter.

From today on, he would be called Archer.

The Archer that Hannah had found.

"You have to follow me from now on, don’t run off, and don’t do bad things."

"What bad things?" Archer followed her, carrying a large backpack on his back.

"It’s..." Hannah didn’t turn back and used a term that seemed too mature for her age, "betrayal."

Like that man who betrayed the planet and her mother.

Betrayal is a bad thing, and those who do bad things are bad people.

No matter what their status.

Archer looked up, only to see the fuzzy back of Hannah’s head.

They were about to go back, and she had gotten herself all dusty again, inevitably so had he.

Now the two of them walking together looked even more like siblings fleeing for their lives.

"I understand," Archer spoke up. "I won’t betray you."

Hannah walked ahead without saying another word.

It was unclear whether she believed him or not.

...

Hannah didn’t take Archer directly back to her house in the refugee area but went to the eastern trading market first.

She only did business with the owner of that one shop.

Because the things she brought were always good, the owner was happy to do business with her.

Hannah knew her identity as a little child was too eye-catching, so she always hid from people when she went there.

Although the east side was the refugee area, there weren’t many people around at this time.

Many shops had already closed their doors.

The streets were empty, and gusts of wind would raise clouds of yellow dust.

This was Archer’s first time here, and even though he usually acted collected, he couldn’t help but look around curiously.

"You need to stick with me," Hannah tugged at his sleeve, "otherwise you’ll get lost, it’s very dangerous here."

She was like a parent tirelessly instructing her child.

When her dusty face got serious, she looked like a little adult.

Archer listened to her closely.

"Okay, I’ll follow you."

Hannah smiled, her eyes curving into crescents.

She liked well-behaved kids.

Hannah let go of Archer’s sleeve and then led him all the way to the last shop on the street.

Only that shop still had a red lantern hanging outside.

The city was a very backward place.

No minerals, no resources.