Ling Shen brought Qian Sui back indoors, but instead of taking her to a crowded place, he took her upstairs to a small, private room.

The organizer of this cocktail party was someone Ling Shen knew. When he first invited Ling Shen, he knew that Ling Shen didn't like cluttered environments, so he arranged a private room for Ling Shen.

Ling Shen can use this now.

Ling Shen led Qian Sui inside, and Lu Jiayan followed. He stood by the door and asked the waiter to bring in food and wine.

When Chitose saw the food, he forgot what had just happened.

The food the organizers served to Ling Shen was even more exquisite than what was displayed outside. Qian Sui was so focused on the food that she completely forgot that Ling Shen was sitting next to her.

Ling Shen sat on the sofa, watching Qian Sui eat. His eyes were on Qian Sui, but his expression was not as relaxed as before; instead, it carried a sense of tension.

The girls in his memory were just like that.

At that time, he was confined to the old house. Because his maternal grandfather protected him, although he could not go out or make friends, he was still treated very well.

They have food and drink, and a nanny to take care of them.

However, he had no appetite for the pastries, and most of them were overturned on the ground when he lost control of his emotions.

Those delicate pastries, once they fell to the ground and were crushed by him, became worthless.

He didn't know if the snacks were good or not, because he had never eaten them before.

Until that day, he overturned the snacks that the nanny brought in, just like he always did. Because he was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, he didn't know what he did, so he grabbed the desserts and threw them out the window.

He lived in a house on the third floor. The old house was covered with ivy, and huge tree roots entwined around the ancient building, making it look even more mysterious.

The house has a yard, but he threw things with a bit too much force, and the snacks were thrown out of the yard and onto the road outside.

The little girl happened to be passing by when he threw a snack at her. She cried out in pain and squatted down, clutching her head.

The sound of things being smashed and Ling Shen's roar came from the three-story villa next door. The girl was not afraid. She climbed over the wall and then followed the ivy vines to the window of the third-floor villa where Ling Shen was.

The little girl peeked out of the window, revealing a pair of beautiful big eyes. Watching Ling Shen yell and smash things in the room, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you playing a game?"

To allow him to recuperate, my grandfather specially chose this quiet house away from the hustle and bustle. The housekeeper would also deliberately lower her voice because of him.

So when he suddenly heard such a lively and clear voice, Ling Shen, who was still in a state of emotional collapse, suddenly quieted down.

Ling Shen sat amidst the mess on the ground, turned around, and saw the girl leaning against the window.

She leaned on the windowsill with her hands folded, tilted her head, and smiled at Ling Shen: "What game is this?"

Ling Shen was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Or perhaps he hadn't had normal communication with anyone for a long time and didn't know how to react.

He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Moreover, he knew this was the third floor, and the girl was leaning out of the window. If he said something that frightened her, the little girl would probably fall.

So Ling Shen dared not make a sound.

From the moment she broke down and screamed, to now being unable to speak, only a few minutes had passed.

The nanny downstairs heard Ling Shen stop yelling and wondered: Why did it only last so short a time today? Usually it lasts more than half an hour.

When the girl saw that he didn't answer, she simply climbed over the windowsill and went straight into the house.

The little girl landed, patted her skirt, and because she had come in along the ivy vines, she was covered in bits of grass and wood, and a leaf was stuck in her long hair.

She shook off her belongings, still holding the pastry that had hit her earlier.

She walked up to Ling Shen, squatted down, looked at him, and said, "Although I don't know what game you're playing, it's wrong of you to throw things down and hit me."

The little girl's eyes were beautiful, like a deep lake, clear and captivating. The beauty mark under her left eye further enhanced her distinctive features.

Ling Shen glanced at the pastry in her hand; it was indeed the one he had just thrown down.

But Ling Shen didn't say anything, he just stared at her with his eyes wide open, looking at her fiercely.

Because of what happened, Ling Shen's sense of security has completely disappeared, and he no longer trusts anyone.

He also regarded the little girl who suddenly appeared as an enemy.

However, Ling Shen's prickly demeanor did not frighten the little girl. On the contrary, the little girl tilted her head and looked at him earnestly, asking, "Did something happen to you?"

Ling Shen didn't answer, and the girl continued, "You look like a little wolf cub from the mountains, injured and not knowing how to heal, yet distrustful of humans, becoming fierce when someone gets close."

As she spoke, she reached out her hand, wanting to touch Ling Shen.

Ling Shen's vigilance intensified, as if he had raised all his thorns, his bloodshot eyes staring at the little girl in front of him.

Ling Shen scared away many people with his appearance, and many of the nannies in his house were afraid to approach him because of this.

This trick had always worked for him, but now it failed him in front of this little girl.

Far from being afraid, she looked at him with even gentler eyes, then reached out and gently touched Ling Shen's hair.

Ling Shen was already twelve years old at this time, and had grown into a young boy. If those things hadn't happened, he would have lived in the sunshine, wearing a clean school uniform, and becoming a good student that everyone in the school envied.

But now, he can only be locked in a dark room, unable to go out, trapped like a wild beast.

The little girl in front of me was no more than eight or nine years old, but her eyes were clean, pure, and without a single flaw.

The look in her eyes held no pity, no disgust, no doubt.

She understood his feelings; she seemed to know why he had become the way he was, and she tried to influence him in her own way.

That is, from that moment on, from the moment that little girl reached out her hand to him.

A beam of light shone into Ling Shen's originally dark world.

From then on, Ling Shen's life stopped falling and began to rise.

She was like a gift from heaven, appearing in his life with the purest and most innocent emotions, melting his once cold heart, and making him, who had lost all trust in outsiders, choose to love the world again.