|| Chapter 68 || To Enliven A Lord
The thunders roared viciously like the growls and howls of massive beasts dwelling in the dark clouds. Its power reached Moulin's chest, borrowing deeply inside him. Probing a memory hidden inside him. Although the recollection was insignificant, it was still imprinted in his heart.
The brief flash of lighting occasionally startled him, making Moulin hug Snow in his arms. He remembered the creaking floorboards and the pungent smell of moist wood of the porch he was hiding under. The leaking roof above his head as he slept and the mud underneath his body as he waited for the older children of the orphanage to give up searching for him. There was a lonely dimness in his silver eyes as he trailed the tearful drops on the windows. Recalling his childhood life in the orphanage, Moulin gave a harsh smile.