I picked up a boy next to the trash can on a rainy night.
He was curled up in the corner, soaked to the skin, his knees were scratched, and his eyes were as red as a rabbit. I squatted down, held the umbrella over his head, gasped and laughed——
"Found you."
He raised his head and looked at me, his eyes full of panic and disbelief.
He didn't know why I said this. I don't know either.
I only know that the "anchor" on my wrist tells me: World No. 12, Goal Shen Yan, mission redemption.
The book says that in the future, he will become the leader of a business empire that will make the whole city tremble. He will be cold-blooded and ruthless, with no warmth in his eyes.
But he finished a whole bowl of egg fried rice, not even a grain of rice was left.
He washed the dishes for several minutes, fearing that they would hurt the dishes.
His fingers were trembling as he grasped my sleeve.
I looked at him and couldn't relate to the villain in the book.
Later I realized that in every world there is someone who needs my salvation.
There is a fragment hidden deep in everyone's soul.
Those pieces put together -
will spell the same person.
But I have forgotten that this is the first time I have found him.
