There was a fire in front of him, the village was burning with raging fire, and the villagers fled there in panic. Shouting, crying, and dying changed everyone's destiny. In the wilderness, a young girl huddled in an inconspicuous corner, crying slightly, her head hanging weakly to the side, her long black hair scattered on her shoulders, looking slightly embarrassed. Next to her was an obviously older girl, with a few black hair hanging beside her ears, a twisted smile on her face, but unconcealable anger in her eyes. He protected the girl in his arms tightly, as if he was afraid that she would be snatched away. He looked at the girl in his arms and wanted to say something several times, but he hesitated. Just hold her tight.