'My parents passed away, so I had to fight for everything myself. Even after I made it, I never forgot where I came from, bringing my sleepwalking, mentally ill uncle to live with me and taking care of him personally.'
'Mr. Li Wei,' the guard thought to himself, 'is such a good person!'
When Don Quixote got back in the shuttle and the three of them set off again, Li Wei noticed the guard's attitude toward him seemed to have changed, now tinged with a strange sort of respect.
After the shuttle had made a full loop around the community, Li Wei tried to give the guard another 20 USD, but he was refused.
"You're a truly good and respectable man," the guard said. "I can't take your money this time."
"You should still take it," Li Wei said. "Next time my uncle starts sleepwalking, you can prepare some props."
When the two of them passed through the lobby and returned home, Don Quixote looked around and let out a sigh of relief.
