31 The Young Boy

"Pfft." A laugh came from in the corner.

Xiao Huailu looked at the corner in confusion. Someone was hiding in the dark.

However, this voice sounded a bit familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere.

"What are you looking at, girl? If you keep looking at me, I'll scoop your eyes out!" The young boy's voice was a bit hoarse, like he was undergoing a voice change.

"Who wants to look at you? Hm!" Xiao Huailu immediately covered her eyes and thought that this boy was even worse than that devil.

A young boy in white pajamas walked out from the corner. He wasn't wearing any accessories on his body, but the fierceness around him was terrifying.

He seemed to have a temperament which he got from being superior all year round.

"What is this place?" The young boy put his hands behind him and jumped over Jiang Huailu, treating her like a little maid.

Xiao Huailu also had dignity. She immediately stepped forward and tried to catch up.

And yet, she was small and her legs were short. She couldn't catch up. On the contrary, her left leg stumbled over her right leg and she rolled forward like a ball.

That boy was startled.

He watched her roll over to him.

After remaining silent for a while, he said, "You don't have to be like this. Am I not just ahead of you? Why do you have such a bad temper?"

Xiao Huailu's two pigtails on her head loosened and her face bulged like a toad.

Her skin became fairer and more radiant like jade.

"You seem… a bit familiar," the young boy murmured, but he still hadn't found a relevant memory from his brain, so he forgot about it.

Xiao Huailu listened to him speak and thought in her mind that she found him familiar as well.

Both of them were wearing pajamas. After pondering for a while, they knew they came to this place after they fell asleep at night.

Then, she saw the young boy walk over to the red door and try to push it open to see the palace entrance.

And yet…

That door didn't move an inch.

"Perhaps we can only get in here and can't get out?" A hint of gloominess flashed through the young boy's face and then disappeared.

Xiao Huailu tilted her head and looked at him with the apple in her arms. She had pushed the door open and got out earlier.

"You want to trap me in here? What a joke!" The young boy chuckled.

He had such delicate features and his voice had the gentleness unique to young men, but he was so gloomy.

"This is the Palace of Salvation, the place where people worshiped the savior in the past…" As they spoke with one another, they heard a screech. Someone opened the door.

A humpbacked woman stepped into the doorway.

The sun hadn't risen yet. It was still a bit cold outside of the palace. The door shielded all the darkness out.

The body of the old woman bent and she panted while she walked. Her hair had already turned a bit white.

"Lady Zhu, you're here again? The sun hasn't risen yet. Why don't you sleep for a while longer?" Ling, who finished cleaning, turned around and said to the old woman, as she quickly went forward to take the package.

The old woman seemed extremely old and her eyes were very cloudy.

"I have one day less every time I sleep. I might shut my eyes and die any day, but I still haven't found my daughter." Tears welled up in the old woman's cloudy eyes.

"I just want to beg our savior for help, so I can see my daughter for a while."

"You've begged her for almost eight years. All those missing bricks and tiles were bought over by you for the temple. Why don't you…" Ling sighed and didn't know what to say. The savior would probably not show up anymore.

After all, the Palace of Salvation would be torn down after three days. The savior couldn't help herself as well.

Lady Zhu lost her daughter eight years ago and she cried every day. Since she cried a lot, she also became partially blind.