It's already dawn.

The guns and cannons on the streets of Paris did not stop for a minute or a second, and the battle between the government and the rebels had reached a white-hot stage. Countless people fell in pools of blood because of civil strife in the country, and countless people lost their lives because of the fight between their own people.

Most of the French joined the ranks of the uprising, but some people also hid at home because of fear.

They had no idea how such a thing happened, and they had no idea why such a tragic thing happened suddenly.

Fatiha is one of them.

This poor woman comes from Algeria, which was once a traditional French colony. There are also a large number of Algerians living in France.

Many Algerians were influenced by this and regarded France as their paradise. Because of this, they wanted to come to this country at all costs and get rid of the poor life brought to themselves by their poor motherland.

But reality is always more cruel than ideal.

They found that not only did they not get recognized by the French, but it was also difficult to find a job. All they could do was do some odd jobs for the black factory to support themselves and their family, and they also had to beware of the ubiquitous police officers anytime and anywhere.

Once caught, unless you have enough money to bribe, you may only have one fate awaiting you: expulsion!

Fatiha and her husband Akkenn were one of the huge French ranks. When they came to France through great hardships, they found that this country was not what they imagined.

They worked very hard, and as long as they could fill their stomachs, they were willing to do anything. Although the living environment here was very harsh, it was like a paradise compared to their poor motherland. Unfortunately, they were still caught by the police from the Paris Personnel Affairs Bureau.

Fatiha didn't know whether he was lucky or unfortunate. The person who examined them that day was Salam, the director of the Human Resources Bureau. Salam soon took a fancy to Fatiha who was worn in a shabby manner but could not hide his beautiful Fatiha. He proposed a condition to Fatiha, who was his mistress, and his return was to allow her and her husband to continue to stay in Paris.

Fatiha initially rejected the unreasonable request, but Salam threatened her to hand them over to the officials of the Algerian Anti-Smuggling Bureau.

Poor Fatiha was frightened. Only the Algerians knew what a terrible organization the Algerian Anti-Smuggling Agency was. Those who were sent there were imprisonment and then sent to quarries that were not normal people could stay at all. Coal mines were doing overloaded work, and few people could come out alive.

The Algerian Anti-Smuggling Agency is synonymous with death for Algerian smugglers.

Fatiha loved her husband deeply, and she was unwilling to suffer such a miserable fate. She had to do everything she could to protect her husband from being hurt.

The only way is to agree to Salam's shameless request.

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In this way, poor Fatiha became Salam's mistress.

She thought she had protected her husband, but Salam never let her husband meet him again. She just told her that her husband Akkenn had now obtained French nationality and was working as a small leader in a factory.

Fatiha was relieved. Although she was insulted every day, only her husband could be safe and happy. She could survive any kind of suffering.

The terrifying sound of gunfire was kept ringing on the street, which made Fatiha extremely scared. At this moment, she wished her beloved husband would be with her.

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The door was knocked, and Fatiha asked in fear who it was, but there was no answer, which made Fatiha even more scared.

The door was still being knocked hard.

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Fatiha mustered up the courage to open the door, and the person who appeared in front of her was a strange young man.

"Who are you?" Fatiha asked hesitantly.

The young man smiled slightly and then gave up. At this moment, Fatiha felt that the world had completely stopped. The sound of gunfire seemed to disappear without a trace.

That was her husband - Akkening!

"My lover!" Fatiha suddenly rushed into her husband's arms and cried bitterly. Akken also hugged his wife tightly, as if he was afraid that his wife would leave him again as soon as he let go.

It took them a long time to relax and walked into the room with their hands together.

Akkenn told his wife that he was thrown into prison by the police and was about to be sent back to Algeria next month. Hearing this, Fatiha shouted loudly: "He lied to me, Salam deceived me! He promised me that he would let you stay in France, and he also said that he gave you French nationality and said that you were working in a factory!"

"He is just a shameless liar!" Akken said angrily: "You can't imagine how torture I suffered in the French prison. If this good gentleman hadn't rescued me, I wouldn't know what my future would be like."

"Ah, sir, you are the savior of Akkening and me." Fatiha's eyes were filled with tears: "You don't know that if I lose Akkening, it would be more painful for me than death!"

"Good people will always be rewarded." The young man smiled and said, "Congratulations to you, couples, for being together, and this is a gift I have given you."

He put down a file bag in his hand: "Then, I think I should say goodbye."

"Ah, wait, sir, I haven't had time to ask your name yet." Akning suddenly remembered this serious question: "Please tell me what your name is, and I can repay you."

The young man smiled faintly: "Enster Alexander von Breme."

Then he left here without looking back.

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Ernst Alexand von Breme, what a strange name this is, the Akkening couple had never heard of this person.

But Ernst left them a gift, and the couple carefully opened the file bag, and when they saw clearly what was contained inside, they were completely stunned.

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They were two passports with photos of the couple posted with their names written on them.

These are two French passports!

From now on, they are formal French.

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The couple cried with joy. The things that they had appeared in their dreams countless times were now in their own hands.

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However, they also found another thing in their file bag, a check that read 20,000 francs and can be exchanged at any bank.

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Akkening and Fatiha hugged each other tightly. They walked out the door and wanted to see Mr. Ernst again, but the kind and kind gentleman was gone.

Tester Alexand von Breme, Akkening and Fatiha remembered these two names firmly, and they vowed that as long as they were alive, they would find a chance to repay this good gentleman.

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To be continued...