On the streets of Paris, where the rain was pouring, pedestrians of all kinds were running in a hurry.
She looked at his beautiful emerald eyes for a long time, then stretched out her hand to him: "Do you want to be my goblin?"
He huddled in the corner, his whole body trembling, and his innocent eyes stared at the slender but not delicate hands. He hesitated for a long time. When the hand was about to give up, he suddenly grabbed it and said: "Okay."