"Maybe she was scared silly at first, so she didn't move, didn't make any noise, and didn't attract the attention of that monster, saved her life, and it can be considered fortunate in misfortune."

Harry thought that the girl was listening to the sound outside through a door, knowing that her father had died tragically, and she was scared like this, which he could understand.

He felt pity for this girl. After saying a few words to her without any response, Harry began to feel a little overwhelmed. Suddenly, he thought of something and hurriedly took out a small bag of bread from his pocket.

When he climbed into the house from the raft, he did not put all the food in the backpack, in case there were any problems after leaving the raft. He carried a few pieces of bread and biscuits with him.

At this moment, he thought of the girl who had been hiding here, and the things that happened here were at least a day ago. According to this, she had not eaten anything for at least a day.

Harry took out the bread, tore open the outer bag, and slowly approached, handing the bread to the girl.

This method really worked. The girl who had been staring blankly with a pair of big eyes finally reacted.

Her eyes slowly turned, and then stared at the bread that Harry handed over.

The tempting aroma of the bread made her instinctively swallow her saliva.

"It seems that you are really hungry." Harry was delighted to see her reaction, nodded at her and said, "Take it, it's for you. I still have some left."

The girl seemed to understand what he said, and slowly reached out her hand, hesitatingly took the bread from Harry's hand, and stared at the bread in front of her. After hesitating for two or three seconds, she finally took a careful bite.

Although she ate very slowly, only a small bite at a time, maybe because she hadn't had water for too long, her throat was dry, and she was still choked, her face turned red and she coughed.

"You haven't eaten for too long. You should drink some water first." Harry realized that he should give her some water, and then he remembered that the water was on the raft. He needed some time to get it, so he started to look for it in the house.

He quickly found a glass for drinking water in the living room, and there was still half a glass of clear water in it. Although it was cold, it should still be drinkable. He picked it up and handed it to her.

The girl took it and drank two sips of water before she relaxed.

She ate very slowly, even though it was only a piece of bread, she still ate for a long time. Harry handed her a small bag of biscuits, feeling a little distressed.

Food was in short supply, but these were all life-saving materials. However, seeing this pitiful girl, Harry couldn't bear to let her die. Moreover, he yearned for companionship. Although she was a girl who didn't look very useful, she was still better than being alone.

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Harry was most afraid of the loneliness of being alone, which was the most terrifying thing.

He was afraid of being the only one left.

So when he saw this girl, he was more excited than anyone else.

The girl looked at the biscuits that Harry handed over again, and just when her small hand was about to reach out to take them, she hesitated and stopped, showing a hint of hesitation.

Harry smiled and said, "It's okay. Eat it. I still have a lot left." He tore open the outer packaging and put it in the girl's hand.

He thought that this girl was quite good at reading expressions. Did she notice my distressed expression just now? That's a bit embarrassing.

After eating the bread and biscuits and drinking the remaining half glass of cold water, the girl's pale and languid face became a little rosy, and she looked more alive.

Harry leaned against the counter and silently looked at her. He thought that this girl was not ugly, wearing a white dress, and looked quite cute.

"My name is Harry. What's your name? How old are you?" Harry looked at her, who had eaten and regained some spirit, and tried to communicate with her.

After eating the biscuit, the girl licked the crumbs on her fingers carefully, and then looked at Harry, her lips moving slightly, her voice very small: "Olivia, 13 years old."

"Olivia, thirteen years old." Harry repeated it again, and said with a smile, "This name sounds good..." He observed the girl, but saw her staring at the face of the middle-aged man's corpse in front of her, suddenly moving her body, crawling out of the wardrobe and touching the man's face with her hand, then she lowered her head slightly.

When the girl crawled out, Harry saw that the back of her white dress was torn in many places and was stained with blood. This white dress could hardly be worn again.

Harry was slightly surprised.

She obviously wasn't injured. Why was her clothes so torn?

"Olivia, is he your father?" Harry took a deep breath, although he knew it was cruel, he still asked.

Olivia didn't answer, just shrugged her thin shoulders, as if responding to him, and as if crying.

Harry sighed. He decided to take her away from here, otherwise letting a thirteen-year-old girl keep looking at her father's corpse was too cruel.

"Let's go, I'll take you away from here. There are no living people here anymore. Staying here is not a solution." Harry said, reaching out to hold the girl's hand.

He pulled Olivia's arm and tried to pull her up.

Olivia slightly raised her head, tried to stand up along Harry's hand, but just when she stood up halfway, she fell back down and couldn't stand up.

"What's wrong with your legs?" Harry was slightly surprised. He thought that if she couldn't stand up, it would be troublesome. For this world full of dangers, she would become a huge burden.

"I...it's okay. It's just numb. It will be okay in a while." Olivia's eyes flashed with a hint of panic. She seemed to see Harry's concern and was afraid that he would give up on her.

Harry understood that she had been curling up in the closet for a long time, with her legs bent, and she had been waiting for too long, her leg blood circulation was not smooth, so she couldn't exert any strength and couldn't stand up.

"It's okay, just rest here for a while, I'll go to the other rooms."

After Harry finished speaking, he walked out of the bedroom and returned to the living room. Looking at the fallen shoe cabinet and the scattered shoes on the ground, Harry saw a pair of leather boots that caught his attention, and picked them up.

The raft would get wet when he boarded it, and the shoes he was wearing now were not waterproof, and his socks would easily get wet. These waterproof leather boots made him happy, and they were just the right size.

Harry took off his already soaked socks without hesitation, found a clean pair of socks to wear, put on the leather boots, tried them on, and they fit perfectly.

Harry showed a satisfied expression.

Although it was a bit hot to wear leather boots in the current weather, he could only endure it. It was much better than wearing wet shoes and socks all the time.