"Uh...?"

Merka's voice was filled with reluctance.

"Come on, let's go."

Turing pulled Merka's hand and said.

"We're not in a hurry, I can eat the food you made tomorrow."

Seeing Turing revealing her thoughts, Merka sighed lightly and nodded, indicating her agreement.

The old woman also smiled knowingly and walked in front of the two, leading the way.

As they walked out of the jewelry store, Turing immediately started talking. She always had a great curiosity about everything, as if trying to make up for the knowledge she had missed out on in the past ten years.

"So, what is your relationship?"

Turing held Merka's slightly large hand while following behind the old woman carefree.

"Just a regular relationship between a seller and a buyer. I bought something from them, so... I guess I'm a valued customer."

The old woman wanted to explain to Turing, but seeing Merka speak first, she immediately closed her mouth.

Merka didn't want Turing to know how much money she spent on the shooting star. In Merka's understanding of Turing, it would make her feel like she owed something to others and feel guilty.

"Oh, I see."

"By the way, what were you doing in the store earlier?"

Turing turned to the old woman and asked.

"Oh... well, it's embarrassing."

"Because of some trivial matters earlier, I didn't have any cash on hand, so I temporarily used my own and my husband's wedding rings to get some money."

"And the transaction with Merka happened to solve our urgent need."

"Thanks to Merka, my husband and I got through this difficult period, and I went to redeem the wedding rings."

Turing raised an eyebrow slightly, her gaze gradually becoming focused and puzzled as she stared at Merka, even making Merka sweat a little.

To change the subject, Merka quickly asked another question.

"Oh, by the way, why do you need so much money?"

"And Curseborn..."

"Yes, you saw it, my husband is a Curseborn."

"After the decree of the Divine Command, he lost his job and had to move here to do some invisible work."

"I helped him find a job in fireworks, even though he used to be a blacksmith. It wasn't easy for him to adapt to this change."

The old woman giggled, covering her mouth, but Merka could hear how much hardship was hidden behind her humorous words.

"Our first child died at an early age because of a skin-related Demon's Curse. The surgery fee to cure it would cost millions, which we couldn't afford."

"You might wonder why we didn't apply for medical insurance or social aid."

"In fact, we couldn't apply for them."

"Once we apply, the relevant departments will inevitably investigate our political affiliation, especially since my husband is a Curseborn. If he is exposed, not to mention emergency funds, we wouldn't even be able to live in the civilian area."

"We originally planned to save money, at least to have a child."

"But under multiple pressures, we, who are tired of dealing with various social hardships, have unknowingly grown old."

"We haven't saved enough money, and we don't have the energy. It's really regrettable."

The old woman walked ahead, her tone becoming low. Her tragic experiences inadvertently touched Merka's brain nerves, sparking a resonance with Curseborn's similar experiences, making Merka feel distressed.

"But..."

The woman's words took a turn, and her tone became cheerful and upbeat.

Thanks to you, we have finally reached our savings goal."

"We have once again purchased a chance to conceive a child from the fertility agency."

"Although my husband and I are not young anymore, and our sperm and eggs are not very vigorous. But...what if?"

"So, it is you who has given us this opportunity. We sincerely thank you."

Such unwavering loyalty in love.

Merka frowned and couldn't help but admire this woman.

Even though Curseborn's situation has become so precarious, she hasn't abandoned her husband's idea in the slightest.

She could clearly have a better life on her own.

But she chose to be with her husband...

Just as Merka's emotions surged, Turing's caring gaze glanced over. That look seemed to say that if Merka were ever trapped in such a situation, she would definitely do the same.

Merka's heart warmed, and she gently squeezed Turing's little hand.

"So, the fancy meal you mentioned earlier is for the celebration?" Merka asked with a soft smile.

"Not entirely."

"...Actually, we have a distinguished guest at our house, so we prepared a slightly more elaborate meal."

"Do you mind dining with this guest?"