"Hey, little ghost, where's your father?"

Klein threw a new dress to the little girl across from him, and he watched impatiently as she undressed.

"No....... Know" Belinda took off her belt tremblingly, she secretly looked at the man who was polishing the sword, she tried everything to cater to him, he was the one who brought her out of the dungeon, he was her only hope.

Her mother, who had been deceived into destitute in order to seduce the man who could take her out of town, knelt at Crane's feet to pay off her debts, begging him to do whatever she wanted with Belinda, whether as a plaything or as a fiancée, as long as he gave her a hundred silver coins.

"I'm annoyed, it's dark when you take off your clothes. With a "thud", Crane threw his sword on the ground, and he walked over to her, lifting her with one hand and removing her shirt with the other.

This little ghost has not taken a bath for a month, and he can smell a musty smell when he walks next to her, he wanted to reprimand her for being too slow, but he didn't want to see that when he saw her body, he was stunned.........

There were countless bruises and scars on her arms, some of them had suppurated, some of them were bare on top of the scars without healing, and her ribs were so distinct from severe dysplasia that he felt like he was pinching a piece of bone.

After a burst of cicadas, Klein threw the new clothes on her head, "Don't wash it, get dressed." He rubbed his head again and went to wipe his sword.

Belinda carefully slipped her clothes in, she couldn't even lift her swollen arms and legs

Only this time, Klein didn't rush her.

While wiping the scabbard, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the scars on his arms, heh, is there any difference between the people who are alive in this world?

"Little ghost, how did you get those injuries?"

Belinda was startled when she heard this, she stopped and didn't dare to continue the movement of her hands, no one had ever asked her this question.

When Klein walked up to her, he found countless tear stains on her face, pouring out like a tidal wave, dripping down the scars of shame.

Really, it doesn't matter to him, the lord of the dungeon said that those scars were a symbol of honor when he was playing with her body..........

Her heart was beating violently with nervousness the moment he came over, and she tried to control her expression, trying to hide the panic in her heart, trying to pretend to be at his mercy. Mother said that flattery is something that only people who can't stand on their feet do, and of course, it's the only way for people like them to live in the bones.

Klein is the one who can see through her at a glance. He said, "How long have you kept your head down like this?"

"What did you say? Huh...... It was just now, just starting to bow down. ”

"No, it started when you were born. ”

She was smiling as hard as she could, she could do anything to please the adult, because there was no one left to protect her, and now she was the only one who could protect her.

"If you want to follow me, the first condition is to keep your head up. ”

She jerked her head up and met his deep eyes, which were ...... Was it tacitly approved, he wouldn't abandon her casually like his mother.

"It's not a momentary agreement, it's a lifelong one. Lift your head up"

The sun shines through the criss-crossing leaves on his face, and the mottled shadows sway with the wind, and she carves his silhouette into the depths of memory with the sharpest tip of the pen, forever.