It was a man with shawl black hair. Although there was no wind around him, he felt that the man's clothes were fluttering. Holding a golden scepter in his hand, there was an indescribable smile on his lips.
He bent down and said in the child's ear, do you want to live?
The child's eyes widened and he nodded blankly.
So, what do you get in exchange?
……I have no idea.
Poor little thing.
The man reached out and brushed his golden hair and blue eyes, with an unpredictable light in his green pupils.
I can let you and your brother live, but the price is that you will never be able to touch the person you love, are you willing?
The man's voice was soft and had some evil allure.
Nod again.
Very good.
A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, and he slowly straightened up.
We will meet again.
The child opened his eyes wide and watched as the figure gradually became thinner in front of his eyes, and finally dissipated like smoke. The surroundings were deathly silent, as if nothing had happened.
A crow flew into the sky with a roar, and ashes scattered under the dim sky.