My parents are merchants, so they are not rich, but they always have enough food and clothing. When I was 12 years old, my parents' business was so good that it attracted people's attention. When my mother and I went out to go back to my grandma's house, we were kidnapped. That year, I met him.
At that time, I was knocked unconscious and placed inside the house, with the doors and windows sealed tightly. I don't know how many days later, he opened the door with a sword from the outside and appeared in front of me, like every story about a hero saving a beauty, his white clothes fluttering and he was covered in blood. Unfortunately, I was only 12 years old at the time, and I fainted when I saw him covered in blood.