The moment she opened the door, she was a little disappointed.

She thought that the world behind the door was as colorful as in a picture book, but instead of a turquoise lawn or a clear blue sky, she saw a staircase that winded upwards, and under the dim light, it became more and more eerie and deep.

After a short struggle of thoughts, Mu Yueli mustered up the courage to step up the steps, she held on to the wall with one hand, clutched the clothes on her chest tightly with the other, and kept telling herself with every step she took - she would be able to get out soon, soon, soon......

It's surprisingly quiet, like every night spent in the month, accompanied only by the sound of your own breathing and heartbeat. The stairs that kept spreading upward, the dim light, and the shallow echo of footsteps made Mu Yueli feel as if she had fallen into a bottomless pit and was constantly sinking.

She felt fear.

She looked helplessly behind her, only to see that it was black, the stairs were buried in the darkness, and she could not find her way back.

"What to do? What am I going to do? Great fear oppressed her tiny body, and she sobbed quietly, looking blankly ahead, back, and front.

I don't know how long later, there was a faint sound of footsteps, like windswept paper falling to the ground. Thinking that the nun had returned, Tsukiri ran forward with tears on her face.

But it was not a nun who gradually broke into her eyes, but a strange boy.

He was much taller than Mu Yueli, but he was covered with scars, the blood on his clothes was dense, his face was tired and a little haggard, even so, it couldn't hide his delicate outline, and the lines of his facial features seemed to have been carefully designed and outlined, just like celadon jade from the hands of famous artists, which was stained with a little dust in the world, but still couldn't hide its own incomparable beauty.

The boy's eyes were like a cold pool in winter, staring coldly at the girl in front of him, showing a little surprise, he didn't expect that there were children here.

Mu Yueli sobbed while looking at the stranger in front of her suspiciously, and before she could speak, the boy's cold voice sounded in her ears:

"Can't go up, there's someone up there!"

Someone up there? Mu Yueli looked at him even more suspiciously. Why can't someone up there go up? Isn't someone better?

Oh, that's right, Mu Yueli's teardrop-covered face suddenly burst into a bright smile.

It is written in the picture book that the fallen prince is chased and killed by the vicious queen, and then meets the princess on the way to escape, and the princess saves him...... Yes, that's it!

The boy looked at the girl who suddenly laughed with some bewilderment, he thought she was just too scared, he walked down the stairs, took her small arm, and just wanted to say something, but the girl in turn grabbed his hand tightly.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you!" Mu Yueli said firmly.

She took him back to the hut, which was less than twenty square meters.

Mu Yueli was unusually happy, in her six-year-old cognition, such behavior was the same as picking up a stray cat on the side of the road and bringing it back for adoption. She didn't recognize the trouble that such a move might bring, she just naively thought that finally someone was with her, and he could understand her, and she could understand him.

The boy cautiously looked around to make sure there was no potential danger, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and casually raised his eyes to see the girl rummaging through the cabinets.

"What are you doing?" The boy asked, walking up behind her and immediately covering his face with the clothes she threw behind his back.

"I'm looking for a medicine kit, and the nun's mother said that if I'm injured, I'll use the medicine in the medicine kit, it's very effective!" Tsuki is still searching for traces of the medical kit.

"You're being locked up here, too?" The boy asked, ripping off the top of his head.

Tsukiri didn't understand the meaning of his words, her mind was on the search for the medicine box, and she only made a symbolic "um".

"Then you are treated well, the child above, you have to bleed every day......" The boy's gaze moved to the ceiling, his gaze was dark, and his tone was cold.