In a European retro courtyard, Ding Xiaorou, who was only five years old, was brought to a young couple by her aunt. I don't know what she said, but she finally left her there and walked away with a smile. She was scared and huddled in the corner alone, looking at her aunt's leaving back with innocent and tearful eyes.
"Why are you crying? It's so annoying." The sudden voice startled her, and she shrank back instinctively. She stared blankly at this handsome little boy who was about the same age as her, but very tall. "Idiot, I was afraid and stood behind me." He walked slowly in front of her, and then stretched out his hand.
"Idiot, if you are afraid, stand behind me and I will protect you. Trust me."
From then on, she regarded him as a god, just because she believed in him.