"Do not hate, do not rage."
"Resentment is poison, anger brings disaster."
Inside the tent, a young girl held a rusty brass bracelet in her hands, kneeling and muttering on the ground. Under her hood, her eyes slowly opened, her amber eyes regaining their lively expression.
At that moment, the tent flap was drawn back, and a young man packed for travel quickly stepped forward. Seeing the girl's eyes, his originally solemn expression eased significantly.
"Are you praying again, Rosa? You're wasting your efforts."
Rosa wrapped the bracelet around her wrist and turned to pack her belongings.
