"Brother, why are you all red?"
I was three years old that year, and I only vaguely remember those hands full of blood, which blurred my vision. The scarlet blood had a sticky feeling and stained the white princess dress that I had cherished for a long time. Mu Qianxing hugged me tightly and ran for a long time. The harsh gunshots mixed with his rapid heartbeat whispered in my ears for a long time. Until I was caught safely by another pair of warm hands, and then, I never saw him again.
I know that from that day on, Mu Qianyue disappeared from this world forever...
The uncle who took me over was called Lin Xu. I saw him more than once chasing my father's buddies on the street with a gun. Dad said that he was a policeman and that he was born to chase those restless little villains who came out in the middle of the night. He also used this to warn me over and over again not to run around at night.
It was also after that that I met Song Weiyuan, the evildoer who brought trouble to the world - a disaster that cannot be erased from the memory of my youth.