Faced with my question, Julia remained silent for a moment before replying, "My mother was taken away by the police, and I never saw her again after that. I was sent to an orphanage and later adopted by a female artist who lived alone."
I let out a sigh of relief. "Well, she must have taken good care of you, right?"
Julia's expression turned conflicted as she murmured, "I'm not sure if you could call it taking good care of me. She gave me a place to live, provided food, and taught me various skills like dancing, singing, piano, guitar, and so on. But she was very strict with me. The learning process wasn't enjoyable at all. It was filled with beatings and verbal abuse."
I gently comforted her, "But under her guidance, you became very skilled, didn't you?"
Julia nodded. "Yes, under her
