Little Abby wiped the dripping blood from her nose. She grimaced to see the red color on the back of her hand.
However, despite her exhaustion and how heavy her eyelids were, she forced herself to keep reading the book in front of her. She wiped the blood on her dress and pinched her nose, while laying down, while her other hand was still holding the book that she needed to finish reading tonight.
She was very tired, but she didn't dare to slack off.
Meanwhile, through the window in her small room, she could see children around her age were playing happily with their friends. She wanted to go playing with them too, but she had a huge responsibility that not allowed her to waste her time by playing.
Abby was only ten years old by at this time, but she already knew her responsibility and was already burdened by the title of Serafim.