After a while, there was a "squeak" as Richard opened the door of the cabin.
The novelist outside looked the same as when Richard had last seen him—his clothes hadn't changed: a yellow top and blue trousers.
The man bowed slightly, his face bearing a hint of apology for disturbing someone's rest, and opened his palm to reveal a gold coin—the very same one he had given him before.
The man looked up and said, "I once received help from a friend like you. You're a good person, and I am very grateful for your help. If it hadn't been for this gold coin you gave me, I might have truly starved to death. Fortunately, I met another kind person not long ago who gave me more gold coins. Therefore, I have taken the liberty of returning the original gold coin you gave me, hoping to repurchase my book from you. What do you think?"
