Bai Zemin looked at the girl in front of him with the same degree of curiosity she seemed to feel as she looked at them.
She was small, her body thin and petite without any sign of maturity, which was completely normal considering she was only nine years old. Her hair was as black as ink and her face extremely pretty like that of a porcelain doll. But the most striking thing was her eyes.
On the way here, Bai Zemin had seen other children and easily noticed that they all had cunning looks as they scanned the surroundings; like little foxes waiting for the perfect opportunity to launch an assault.
However, the eyes of the little girl in front of him were like two shining gems free of any impurity, it was as if even when the outside world had turned into hell it was incapable of staining her heart.
Just as she was happily singing a few moments ago inside the small house, it was as if the inside and outside were different dimensions,
