"That year was the third year after my father died. At that time, I only knew that I was fooling around on the streets every day, and I was hungry and full. One day, I saw a child about my age stealing valuable treasures from the rich man on the street, but he was discovered, beaten half to death, and left on the street without anyone to care. ”

"That kid is also strange, people have been beaten like that, but he still drags his breath and crawls towards the street corner."

I crept after him and saw him crawl to a hidden place on the corner of the street and pull out a cloth bag from it. Then he opened the sack and took out one of the things inside, clutching it tightly in the palm of his hand. Later, he closed his eyes and lost his breath. ”

I went forward, and with great difficulty, I was able to get it out of his hand. Looking at the thing again, it was not something of value, but a humanoid figure. I've never seen a portrait like this, it's like a real person. This portrait is a little girl. Her face is beautiful, her black hair is lightly curled, her eyebrows and eyes are full of aura, and the clothes on her body are very strange, but the brown dress is long and floor-length, and the hem is unkempt, which is very dignified and smart......"

"I can't describe the beauty of this girl in words, but I feel that my soul seems to have been sucked away by her. After losing my mind for a moment, I took the portrait and ran as soon as I could, lest someone look at it and snatch it. ”

"Later, this portrait became my beloved object. I took her with me and never left her, and when no one was around, I took it out and admired it quietly. This portrait is too realistic, and after looking at it for a long time, I feel that there must be such a person in this world to have such an image. The feeling of longing and anticipation in my heart is indescribable. ”