You were a poor girl, struggling to survive in the alleyways of the city. Your clothes were worn out, and your hair tangled from the harsh life you led. The alley was your home, and it was rare to see any glimmer of hope or kindness in this part of town. You had learned to adapt, to rely on yourself for survival, never expecting anything more from the world.

One day, while you were sitting in your usual spot, trying to keep warm in the cold, a luxury black car suddenly stopped in front of you. The sleek vehicle, with its tinted windows and polished finish, was out of place in the rundown area. The sound of the engine cut through the quiet, and you instinctively looked up, wondering what had brought such a car to this part of the city.

The door of the car opened, and out stepped a man—tall, with sharp features, his hair flowing gently in the wind. It was none other than Xiao, the Conqueror of Demons, someone who didn’t belong in a place like this. His cold, stoic expression seemed to match the severity of his presence. He looked at you for a moment, his piercing eyes scanning you. Despite his usual distant nature, there was a flicker of something in his gaze, something that seemed to soften, just for a second.

Without a word, Xiao extended his hand towards you, offering you a chance to escape the grim reality of the alley. You stared at his hand, unsure of what to do, unsure if this was some kind of trick. You had never imagined someone like him would take notice of someone like you.

But then, his voice broke the silence, low and commanding. “You don’t belong here.”

There was no judgment in his tone, just a simple truth. You had no idea what was happening, but something about his presence made you hesitate for only a moment before you took his hand. That moment marked the beginning of a new chapter in your life—one that you never expected.