At this time, the other party involved in Alice's exodus also returned to his home.

Little Duke Vane tossed the pink beast dragon pillow onto the bed.

He looked left and right, up and down, and always felt that this color was very incongruous with his dark blue sheets.

So, he put the pillow in a cabinet in the corner and covered it with his other toys.

Before closing the door, he double-checked, as if realizing that it was still unsafe.

For 42 days a month, except for the fixed 3 days to spend mother-daughter day with her mother, Jasmine came to him almost rain or shine for the other 39 days.

In his family, Jasmine has been taken for granted as a daughter, more naturally than in his own home.

There was no difference between his cabinet and Jasmine's, and even now there were many Jasmine's things, but of course the reverse was different.

Such a girl's breathy pillow appeared in his cupboard, and little Duke could not imagine what a terrible scene it was.

He's a little cold and wooden, but he's not stupid.

That damn little fat man, it seems like he's getting him in pretty big trouble.

Over the next half hour, after changing three or four more places and finding it unreliable, Duke wisely decided to throw the trouble directly at Jasmine, who was still an empathetic girl for the most part.

If he had pretended that his leg injury had recurred, it might have been better.

Thinking of Jasmine, Little Duke's slightly stiff lip line softened.

During the full moon, his father and mother kept silent about the Soul Monument incident and never mentioned it in front of him.

But since he was sensible, he has sensitively noticed that children of the same age in the town are estranged from him, and even if he takes the initiative to get close with kindness, he is often avoided by the other party's parents.

What's more, they will be verbally abused and ridiculed, just like that Grace.

It was like an invisible barrier that separated him from the rest.

This was a huge injury to young Duke, for which he felt very wronged, and once cried to his parents.

His father, who was running around all the year round, slapped him and stunned little Duke, who was still crying.

But his mother held him in her arms, touched his face to soothe, and angrily scolded his father, leaving him speechless.

This was the first time he had been beaten, and it was also the first time he had seen his mother, who had always been mild-tempered, so angry, and the first time he saw the guilt and anxiety in his father's eyes.

The next day, my father came back with a swollen nose and a swollen face, and his two fists were covered with scars, and his mother treated his wounds without saying a word.

On the third and fourth days, my father would always come home scarred, but there were more wounds and his leg was a little lame.

Since then, little Duke has never been insulted in the open, but the invisible barrier seems to be even greater.

My parents had the idea of moving, but it was difficult to leave their homeland, and because of some other practical reasons, it was still difficult to make the trip.

Since then, little Duke has been like a different child, never crying again, never complaining to his parents again.

He learned to play on his own, and every time another child bullied him, he always raised his fist in silence and hit back with all his might.

Even if the other party is bigger, taller than him, and stronger than him, he is not afraid.

Silence and Fist became the best companions of his childhood life until he met Jasmine.

Jasmine was a girl from his neighbor's house, a year and a half younger than him, because she had a serious illness when she was three years old, and she was thin and small.

In Duke's memory, in this somewhat unfriendly town, there were only a few relatives and neighbors, who still maintained kindness, accompanied the family through the most difficult years, and also made the world in Little Duke's eyes not always gloomy and indifferent.

Jasmine, who has just met, is like a thin little milk cat, but unexpectedly not scared away by his indifferent appearance, but always smiles and comes over to share his favorite snacks and toys with him.

He didn't like girls' toys, but he loved them.

He didn't say anything, just passively enjoyed the girl's inexplicable kindness.

Until one afternoon when he was more than six years old, he remembered very clearly that the spring sun was shining warmly on his body.

Originally, he wanted to go to the lake to pick up a few beautiful stones, but as soon as he went out, he was blocked by two older children at the intersection.

In front of the door of his house, he was even more afraid, rolled up his sleeves and rushed up.

Suddenly, a slender figure stood in front of him, pointing at the other's nose and scolding.

He had never seen a girl so brave, and he had never seen Jasmine, who had always been milky, kind and weak, so pungent that some words came out of her mouth that made him feel embarrassed as a boy.

Annoyed by the little girl's scolding, the two older children moved directly.

Looking at the girl who was pushed to the ground, little Duke only felt as if something was broken in his heart, his eyes were red, and he pounced angrily, fighting with the two older children.

He roared like a madman, punching, kicking, and biting with his teeth, completely oblivious to the punches that fell on him.

However, after all, he was small and weak, and after a few rounds, he was crushed by one of the older children.

At this moment, the two neighbor's children, who were still hesitating, also rushed up, knocked over the eldest child on top of him, reached out to pull him up, and beat the two bastards with him.

Naturally, this group fight ended with a big victory for the children on this street, and of course, if you ignore the dark blue on their faces and the cracked corners of their mouths, this will inevitably become a topic of conversation every time they get together in the future.

The two children who helped him live on the same street, and although they had never bullied him before, they had never taken the initiative to get close to him because of Little Duke's cold personality.

This time, they were bullied to the door of their homes, and Jasmine fell to the ground, and the impulse of the same hatred made them choose not to be indifferent and watch.

The children looked at each other in embarrassment, and they all laughed and enjoyed the joy of victory.

When he saw the little girl who was still smiling, little Duke thought she was so cute, just like his own sister, his little brunette saint.

Since then, Duke Jr. has had two more friends and a younger sister.

His relationship with Jasmine grew by leaps and bounds to the point of being inseparable.

They would eat at each other's house, take a nap together, play the game of mom and dad, and even their parents would make jokes about the two of them.

Little Duke's mother affectionately called Jasmine "my daughter-in-law" more than once, which made Jasmine blush shyly, although she didn't quite understand, but she still felt embarrassed.

Little Duke doesn't understand the concept of marriage very well at this time, but if it is a lifetime together, he doesn't care, it is no different from now.

After packing his things, little Duke sat in a chair in the living room and saw the large box on the table.

Opening the box and gently stroking the fine lines on the Ram ball, the corners of Little Duke's mouth curled even more, as if there was one more person on the special list in his heart.

In fact, little Duke has always been wary and distancing himself from the little fat man who inexplicably came up at the Fishfire Festival banquet.

Although he was grateful for his help at that time, the other party's illustrious family background and later sneaky inquiries made him have to be suspicious.

Until a few days ago, in the cave of Hessesen, which still haunts him to this day.

When he was crushed under the stake and could not move, when Jasmine's frightened cry was heard in his ears, when a trace of despair flashed in his young heart, a big fat face appeared in front of him with light.

The most unlikely people, but at a critical time, with their weak and bulky bodies, rescued them with the power of one person.

This is already the second time.

As they supported each other, Duke felt his whole body tremble, which was a normal reaction after losing his strength.

But such a weak person did not leave him and Jasmine and run away, but calmly faced the strange man, and dragged on until the arrival of the adults in the town.

So, little Duke reluctantly gave him his most beloved treasure.

As a result, he didn't accept it, and gave himself a reason why he couldn't refuse.

Hehe, remembering the corner of Phil's light eyes and exaggerated tone at that time, little Duke couldn't help laughing.

It's really interesting, little Duke thought to himself, and took the Ram ball out of the box and placed it on the shelf at the head of his bed, looking left and right.