When he was young, she was a little mute he met by chance when traveling.
He was in danger, and when he was about to fall into coma, he vaguely heard someone approaching. He opened his eyes and took a hard look at the person standing next to him. Seeing that she was just a child, he explained the situation with some resignation and asked her to go down the mountain to find someone to rescue her.
She shook her head and pointed to the wound on his leg. After checking it, she took out the knife she carried and made a long gash in his leg. Dark blood flowed from the knife edge, and when he saw her squeezing it with her hand, her eyes calm, Juanji completely fainted.
When he woke up again, he was already in the hospital. And that little child was gone.
It's not that he hasn't looked for it before, but he always ends up without success.
That accident was so long ago that even he had almost forgotten it. Later, when he really experienced the bloody storm, he was treading on thin ice every step of the way, but he never felt the despair he felt before.
That was the first and last time, he thought.