The daughter of the Shen family was born with a heart disease and was frail and sickly. Her voice was like her own, timid and soft.
At the end of the day, the system told her that she could survive as long as she captured the ones with the greatest luck.
Shen He timidly agreed.
Among the ruins with corpses all over the ground, the girl huddled in the corner raised her beautiful eyes with watery eyes, reached out her hand and gently pulled the clothes of the person in front of her, and begged in a low voice: "... Don't leave me."
The blood splattered on her white cheeks made her even more pitiful.
——There is nothing we can do about it.
Hunting too close to your prey will always leave traces on it.
"They thought it was a beautiful, frail dodder flower. They built a beautiful greenhouse for her in the bloody storm, and were terrified day and night when they accidentally lost her."
"Until the situation stabilizes and the government organizes all forces to meet and cooperate, they saw the legendary lord of the first camp——"
"It's what they've been searching for in vain, my lover."
2025/2/17
Intention: Life will find its own way out and belonging.