A little light was moving on the dark and desolate mountain road, night crows were a shorter young man with a slightly round figure, about sixteen or seven years old, with a plump and straight nose, thick eyebrows like a knife, bright eyes, and a perfect appearance. Although he was wearing a coarse linen, it made people feel that this boy must not be the thing in the pool. He was innocent and cheerful. He was always full of longing in his eyes, but his expression was burning at this moment.