The system said that my mission was to prevent the villain from destroying the world, but they didn't tell me - the villain was a six-year-old boy curled up in the woodshed and chewing tree bark, a wolf cub that struggled to be born while kneeling in the rainforest, and a street beggar who bared his teeth at me with half a piece of steamed bun in his mouth.
The first world: When the moonlight filtered into the woodshed, I picked up the young prince who had a high fever. The shackles around his neck cut my wrists, and blood rolled down his chapped lips. \\\"Is sister here to kill me?\\\" He licked the blood and laughed vaguely: \\\"You have to cut my throat like my father did.\\\"
The system alarm flashed crazily, but I heard him crouching on my neck: \\\"You said that hell is too cold, and you want to hold my hand and walk the path of light.\\\"
In the second world, I taught the little wolf cub to hold a pen and write in the drizzle. He dipped his hands in mud to draw the sun in the ruins, and suddenly raised his head and asked me: "The teacher's hands are stained with blood, can he continue to draw?" When the rebels broke through the city gate that day, he held my portrait tightly and was shot through randomly, but he used his last strength to wipe away the blood stains on my skirt.
The third world: The young emperor smashed the blood-stained jade seal, melted it into a begonia hairpin and inserted it into her hair: "They said I was a tyrant, but my sister taught me that broken jade can carve spring."
Until one day, the system data flow suddenly became chaotic. Those young men who had been redeemed by me tore apart the barriers of time and space, covered in blood but tenderly reached out to me: \\\"It's our turn to heal your broken soul.\\\"
Purpose: Be your own sunshine and warm others