The Beauty Of Lost Space

That day the snow was still falling white across the sky. Magnus Huels stood in those cold sparkling crystals, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, lowering his eyes to look down at the baby lying prostrate in the cold snow. That child's clothes were dirty and torn, wounds were all over his body, blood stained the white snow into a beautiful red color, spreading more and more, like a proud apricot flower spreading its scent under the white snow. Its eyelids were closed, its long black lashes curled like a feather fan. The face was dirty and unclean, but it was still undeniable that this was an extremely beautiful child, her pale pink lips were as thin as half-closed cherry petals. The face is delicate and handsome. A little older, your personality will be even more flamboyant. The baby was still alive, but his breathing was extremely weak. Thousands of questions appeared in Magnus Huels's mind, but it was not convenient to think too much. If this child continued like that, he would soon die. Finally, Magnus Huels decided to take the child back to his small monastery on the top of the mountain for treatment. This action, I don't know if it was because I couldn't bear it, born of compassion, pity for living beings, or for some other reason... The road to Bach Son was steep and dangerous, surrounded by many people. Wild beasts and poisonous plants, this child could come here alone, it really made Magnus Huels feel very curious. Read more