Three years ago, I took the initiative to seal the original power of the Dragon Clan. That day, I picked up a baby covered in blood from the ruins. It was a small ball, as light as a feather, and its body temperature was as cold as ice. Her eyes hadn't been opened yet, but her little hands were tightly holding my collar, her nails digging into the fabric, as if she was saying with all her strength: I don't want to die.
