Safara looked around and when they entered the neighborhood where the tea house stood, she directly knew why her mother had always loved it here. It was the neighborhood where she had grown up herself. The young girl closed her eyes for a moment to fight the tears and then looked at her father. As always he seemed in a grumpy mood but she could feel that he felt the same as she did herself. The carriage stopped in front of the tea house and her father stood up, walking out. Safara waited for a moment before she walked out and looked around. Right at the moment she walked out, a little boy fell on the ground. Her father looked at him with a disgusting look but Safara felt sorry for him and walked over.

She kneeled down and helped the boy, that had stood up already, picking up the treads he was carrying. ''T-thank you Miss Zhao..'' he said. ''Oh, don't worry.. Just call me Safara please'' she said. ''Safara, get back up.. What in the firelords name are you doing?'' her father said. ''Sorry father, I was just helping this boy'' she said. ''Don't help people that are not yours'' he said. ''Mother teached me...'' she said but her father gave her a deadly look. ''Don't bring up your mother'' he said and then entered the tea house. Safara sighed and placed a golden coin in the hand on the boy. ''Just, keep it safe for if you ever need it.. And if something bad ever happens.. Come to me.. I'll help you and anyone you bring with you'' she said and then entered the tea house.