The girl in front of him was still very young. She had an oval face and had a little baby fat on it. Her skin was fair and her facial features were small. She looked bright, especially her big eyes. They were watery, like the clearest stream in a mountain stream, without any impurities.
He saw the purest thing in her eyes.
Eyes were the windows to the soul. That young girl's heart was as pure and beautiful as her eyes.
The last time he woke up, he had been on a large mountain. If it wasn't for the lush forest, he might have died long ago.
He had no memories of who he was, where he had come from, and where he should go.
In the forest, he had encountered a wild beast and had jumped down the cliff. He survived and had been washed here by the sea.
He looked down at the small piece of egg white that the girl was holding. He subconsciously felt that it was unhygienic for her to hold it, but when he saw her clear eyes, he still opened his mouth.
