"Why are they scolding me? I have listened to my parents and I have done what my brother said. Why are they scolding me?"
The child raised his head, with a pair of clear eyes full of grievances and confusion. She raised her blood-stained hand and grabbed his sleeve, shook it gently, and said coquettishly: "Ya'er is tired, brother, hold her~"
His mind went blank, but his hands mechanically lifted the girl from the body into his arms and patted her back.
He saw people crying and wailing, angrily questioning the monk who asked him to hand over the girl, and asking his lover who had been standing silently behind him.
"Did I do something wrong?"
The lover had beautiful red eyes, and he wiped the blood from her hands with a kerchief. Then she met his eyes and her tone was full of comfort:
"You did nothing wrong."
"After all..."
"Children are innocent."
Intention: Children are innocent, who is innocent?