The boy trudges through the pure white world.

The surging crowd parted in front of him, passing by him, the flow of people was also pure white, and his eyes were full of endless and boundless crowds, where he could not come or where he went, there was no beginning and no end, the boy stood blankly at the intersection, like a small reef, looking around and unable to find the direction.

All of them were tall, but they were as thin as paper, and they walked on their feet without touching the ground, and they walked along, looking strange and terrifying. They had no faces, and the boy saw thousands of faceless faces, as white as paper, starless, but the boy could feel that they were looking at him.

The boy suddenly felt something in his hand, a tingling pain, he looked down, it turned out to be a light blue hairpin, the metal buckle pierced into the skin of the palm, dark red blood slowly oozing out.

The boy was stunned for a moment, why is there a hairpin for a woman?

Blood dripped down his fingers and fell on the pure white ground, splashing a little red.

Tick it up.

The whole world fell silent in an instant, all the crowds stood still, as if the river had stopped flowing, and the droplets of water splashing in the air froze with it, and time seemed to stand still, and all the paper figures stood motionless, and then slowly turned their heads.

The boy became frightened, more and more blood poured out of the wound in his palm, he couldn't hold it, he just punctured the skin of his hand, but the blood flowed as if it had cut an artery, he covered the wound tightly, but scarlet blood spilled from between his fingers. Blood stained his clothes red, then spread down the ground, and he stood in the crowd, everyone keeping their distance from him, leaving a clearing.

"Help me......" the boy cried in the middle of the clearing, "help me, who can save me......"

He shuffled his steps to call for help from the people around him, and the blood dripped all the way, and the people retreated.

"Please, please, save me...... Help me......" The boy cried out in horror as he pressed his wound, but no one paid attention to him, and the people around him were more terrified than him, and they began to flee from the place, away from the blood-stained child.

The child's blood had defiled the pure world, and people feared that he would stain himself again.

"Please, don't go...... Help me. ”

The crowd dispersed, and just now it was clearly full of people, thousands of them, dense as a sea of people, but they fled in an instant, as fast as a container bursting and the water flowed away, and in the blink of an eye, only the boy was left alone.

There was only one man who did not leave, and that man stood far away from the crowd, the only one of them who neither approached nor went far from the boy, and he stood there alone, with his back to the boy, and the boy did not notice him until the crowd had dispersed, and he looked at him from a distance, and stood alone.

The boy couldn't make out his appearance, but he could tell that it was a young man, of medium stature, neither fat nor thin, standing very straight, and his hair was disheveled. He was different from the other paper figures, his body didn't look like it was cut out of paper, and the color wasn't pure white, it was a crimson figure, like a dancing flame.

The boy approached him with his wound over his wound and tugged at the corner of his shirt, "Help me...... Please, can you help me......"

The crimson figure looked down at him and slowly crouched down.

"What's wrong with you?"

The boy pitifully stretched out his hand to him.

"There's nothing wrong with your hands."

The boy was stunned, looked down, and sure enough...... There was nothing wrong with his hands, they were white and pure, there were no scars or blood, everything that had just happened was like a dream, he had never shed blood, he had never stained the ground, and there was only a light blue hairpin lying on the child's palm.

The hairpin has a hint of warmth and fragrance on it.

The boy suddenly felt that the hairpin was familiar, the temperature and fragrance were familiar, but he couldn't remember when or where he had seen it.

"Don't cry." The figure rubbed the child's head and helped him wipe away the tears from his face, "Do you remember what you said earlier?" You are a man, and a man cannot cry, no matter what happens, he cannot shed tears. ”

"You can't cry." The child nodded, and he looked up to see the man's appearance, but he couldn't see it clearly.

"yes, you can't cry." The figure said, "You are brave, you should be the bravest, you should be the most powerful, you should be fearless, there is nothing in this world that you should be afraid of." ”

"I should be fearless." The boy repeated.

"Don't ask anyone else for help, no one in this world can save you but yourself." "They think you're dirty because they're stupid, they think you're cruel because they're cowardly, they think you shouldn't exist in the world because they're afraid of you, and cowards are always afraid of things that are stronger than themselves, and you can't be a coward." ”

"No one can save me...... Except for myself. The child said.

"Remember this, at any time, don't try to rely on others, you can always rely on your own strength." The figure stood in front of the boy, "You have this power, so the world is afraid of you, they want to kill you, you are only a child now, but one day you will grow up, you will become stronger than everyone else, you have a fire buried in you, it is still small, but one day it will ignite the world." ”

The boy couldn't understand what he was saying, but he still nodded, and there was a thick feeling like a father and a brother in this figure, and the boy unconsciously felt trust in his heart.

"Your life is not given by others, and no one has the right to take it away!" The figure said, the voice echoing in the boy's ear, "It's your own, you have to hold it tight!" Your life, your destiny, your future, hold it tightly! As long as you hold it, then no one can take it away! ”

At this moment, the boy saw the other party's eyes clearly, a pair of bright eyes bursting with blue light, as sharp as a blade.

The boy felt that he knew this person and the hairpin, they were as familiar as his own hands and feet, and this familiarity was deep in his bones.

The child frowned, and his head ached.

The two people, one big and one small, looked at each other, and the crimson figure looked directly into the child's eyes, and his gaze went straight into the bottom of his eyes, and he suddenly became angry.

He let out a terrifying roar, and the scorching flames on his body burst into flames, and the whole world was dyed red with flames, and the boy was forced backwards by the storm and fell to the ground.

"Get out of this kid's head...... Filthy monster, who allowed you to set foot here! ”