His maturity and coldness, his decisiveness in killing, and his indifference and detachment are all just a small umbrella for him to disguise in order to protect himself.

At the end of the day, he's just a ten-year-old.

Moreover, she was by her side at this time, a remnant soul that he couldn't guard against at all.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her stop suddenly, Zhimo was a little puzzled.

"Zhimo, can I ask, how old are you?" Her gaze swept over him as large as her shoulder, and she didn't know how long she had lived, but she was the size of a normal thirteen-year-old girl.

She also heard his lively tone, coupled with that clear and soft voice, that she remembered that he seemed to be very young......

has always been misled by his calm temperament, and he has ignored it.

"I'm almost eleven years old."

"What!" She chucked in surprise.

He's so skinny! Looking at his size, she couldn't help frowning, she always thought that he would be eight years old at most, but she didn't expect it to be ten years old!

Ten years old, children at this age, still a little baby fat, most of them are still snuggled in their parents' arms and coquettish, and their parents are unwilling to study and cultivate, naïve and simple, and do not know the world.

And the ink ...... Calm and sensible, it makes people feel distressed.

Thinking of the scene when I met him on the first day, he was fighting with people in the dojo, and he was already fighting for himself at the age of ten!

and his cold and guarded appearance, calm and deep character...... What did he go through to develop such a character?

When she was traveling, she came across such a scene.

A child fell in the hallway, crying and shouting for his mother to hug, whew, and rub. Obviously, it was only a small piece of red, but he cried so much that his eyes were red and swollen, his voice was hoarse, and he kept sobbing.

The next day, the child climbed the rockery in the garden, accidentally fell, knocked on his forehead, swollen a bruised bag, and his white and tender little hand was also cut and pressed to his leg, but he just sniffed and got up silently.

There was no one in the garden, and he walked slowly out of the garden, and walked a long, long way, until he finally found his mother, and he began to cry loudly again......

It is said that "children who can cry have candy to eat", but what about children who can't cry? Is it because you don't want to eat sugar? Still not "scheming" enough?

No! Neither!

It's because, even if he cries, no one gives him sugar.

He just had to be calm, she didn't know why he did it, but just thinking about it, she couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Zhimo, do you have any relatives?" She asked.

“…… No. Zhimo's eyes dimmed slightly.

"I don't have any relatives either, so we'll be relatives from now on, I'll accompany you, okay?" Her voice was unusually gentle, with a hint of pity.

She wants to stay by this child's side, she wants to protect him, love him, and care for him.

If he has a little warmth, indulgence and love, then he can laugh and make trouble without presumption...... Won't you be so indifferent?

She still clearly remembered that at that moment just now, his smart and bright eyes were as beautiful as pearls soaked in clear water, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off them.

He must be very good when he laughs!

"Why?" Zhimo's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he looked back at her in surprise.

Although he couldn't see her, his wide eyes were still fixed on her shadow, his eyes full of surprise and puzzlement.