On the way to becoming the strongest, I first became a popular person.

This child, is she one of the people her father wants to protect?

These were the people my father had chosen without hesitation, abandoning me for the rest of my life, the people of the alliance.

To be honest, his father chose the alliance without hesitation between him and him. It would be a lie to say that he had no resentment in his heart. However, when he saw this little girl who was much thinner than himself, he suddenly understood his father's thoughts.

She looks thin and pitiful, like a white flower growing out of the mud, which makes people feel pity for her at first sight.

She looked skinny and often hungry, and her clothes didn't fit her well, like the rough sewing work of a beginner. Was it because her family treated her badly? Or was it something else?

The fact that she appears here now means that she has also been chosen by the plan and will embark on a road full of death with him.

His eyes fell on the girl and his brows furrowed slightly. When those people brought her here, didn't anyone notice the wounds on her body?

What a bunch of careless adults.

Dongfang Shou slowly walked to her side, squatted down, and looked up to meet the girl's vigilant gaze. He looked into the girl's eyes and said softly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, and I didn't mean to disrespect you."

The girl in front of him subconsciously shrank back on the sofa, putting some distance between herself and him, staring at the strange boy with vigilant eyes.

"You have some wounds on your feet. I have some medicine with me. Please let me help you take care of them if it's convenient."

Eleven looked down at him, winced, and whispered, "No, thank you."

"The wound will get infected. Being sick is very troublesome."

The boy looked at her and reached out his hand tentatively. For a child as young as her, being sick was a very fatal thing. She looked very weak even though they were sleeping together.

However, the next second, he was kicked to the ground by the girl in response to the stress.

Eleven looked at the boy who fell on his back on the ground in a mess. A muddy footprint appeared on his clean white shirt. The white canvas was abruptly smeared with a stain, destroying its perfection.

The other person's black eyes were full of surprise and surprise, as if he didn't expect her to fight back directly.

Her eyes fell on the footprint, she suddenly retracted her foot, turned her head to look out the window, and murmured, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's my behavior that was too offensive." Dongfang Shou stood up from the ground and raised his hand to brush off the dirt on his body. Although he removed the obvious stains, a somewhat blurred footprint was still left on his white shirt.

"I'm just worried that your wound might get infected. I don't mean to hurt you. Please don't be afraid."

He squatted down, looked at the girl at eye level, looked at her gently, and said sincerely: "Please let me help you treat your wound."

Eleven looked at the boy in front of him. He stared at him without blinking. Although his attitude was gentle, it was somewhat unyielding. He had the aura of a superior that he had been exposed to since childhood, but he was not annoying.

She pursed her lips tightly, but finally relaxed under the gaze of the other party, stretched out her right hand to him, and said, "Give me the medicine, I will do it myself."

A hand suddenly reached up and touched a wound on her hand, which was caused by her picking flowers this morning.

Dongfang Shou looked at the girl in front of him with a frown on her face and a somewhat painful expression, then looked at the small wounds all over her hands, and said softly: "Your hands are also injured, let me do it."

He held the girl's hand without giving her an opportunity to refuse, took a pack of wet wipes from the table beside him, carefully wiped off the stains on her hands and the dirt between her fingers, then took out the ointment he carried with him, and slowly and gently applied the transparent ointment evenly on the wound on her hand.

Then he squatted down and treated the wound on her foot in the same way.

"All right."

He carefully applied medicine to the last wound on the other person's instep and spread it lightly with his fingers, then slowly released his grip on the slender ankle that seemed like it would break with the slightest bend.

Upon hearing this, the girl immediately pulled her foot back from his hand, quickly tucked it under her skirt, hugged her knees and whispered thank you: "Thank you, thank you."

What a strange person. He cared about her so much even though they just met for the first time. He didn’t treat her like a stranger at all, even though they clearly didn’t know each other.

He didn't get angry even if his beautiful clothes got dirty.

She glanced at the other person secretly and defined him as a "good person" in her mind.

"What's your name?" the boy wiped his hands with a tissue, then sat down on the sofa next to her and looked into her eyes and asked.

"My name is Eleven."

Eleven? What a strange name. Would any parent give their child such a name?

"Were you also sent here by your family?"

"No." She glanced at the boy, lowered her head slightly, and said softly, "I came here by myself."

Dongfang Shou was a little surprised. How could such a young child, who looked three or four years younger than him and was at the age when he was most attached to his parents, voluntarily leave his family?

"What about your family? Don't they object?"

"I'm an orphan with no family."

He was stunned for a moment before he slowly said, "Sorry."

I originally thought that this child was sent here by her family, just like me, but I didn't expect that she would be an orphan.

His eyes fell on the shabby white dress, and then he immediately retracted them.

It seems that she was not abused by her family, but by the children in the orphanage.

As the situation of the alliance deteriorated, the lives of the children in those orphanages were no longer the same as before the war. The resources allocated to them were barely enough to survive. In some places, they got nothing at all. They were lucky to be alive, let alone anything else.

No wonder she looks so thin. Eleven? Is that her name in the orphanage? It sounds like a number. She should have a real name.

"What was your name before you went to the orphanage?"

"I don't have a name. I became an orphan when I was born. Eleven is my name."

"...I'm sorry." Dongfang Shou realized that he had spoken out of turn again and had once again touched the other person's wound. He was silent for a moment before speaking.

"What about you? What's your name?"

Eleven looked at the boy in front of him who was silent and didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly spoke.

"My name is..." He remembered the number given to him on the document and said slowly, "Number nine."

"Number nine?" She repeated it suspiciously, then looked at the other person and said, "You are lying. You are not from an orphanage, so you don't have such a name."

He is dressed so beautifully and looks good. You can tell at first glance that he is a person who has no worries about food and clothing. He is very polite in his words and actions. He is completely different from the children in the orphanage. He is the kind of person who grew up in a privileged environment. He must have parents who love him very much, otherwise they would not give him such a name.

"Well, you're right, but I'll be called number nine from now on."

Bad guy, Seventeen said that friends should exchange names, but he actually used tricks to deceive me. I thought he was a good person and wanted to get along with him and be friends with him.

Dongfang Shou smiled faintly and looked at the girl who was staring at him. The girl seemed angry because he didn't tell her her real name. He said, "In the future, if we all survive and successfully repel the star beast, I will tell you my real name when we win."

"Hmph, I don't want it." She turned her head away angrily, not looking at the beautiful and delicate face.

"Don't be angry, I swear I will tell you when the time comes."

Dongfang Shou pulled her hand, hooked his little finger around hers, and tugged gently.

"Would you like to make another hook?"

"Hmph." She turned her head back and hooked his fingers awkwardly.

"Hang yourself with a hook and don't change for a hundred years!"

"Well, that will never change. I will keep my promise."