A pair of innocent eyes, clouded with confusion, stared blankly ahead. Two chubby hands instinctively clutched at their own body in fear, but behind them a sword pierced through their frail frame. "Mother… why…",Word after word, sentence after sentence, it seemed as if the little one was about to lose their composure. Their tiny hands, stained crimson, clutched at their mouth, gasping for breath. Each question, however, brought a pang of sorrow to the listener and welled up tears in their eyes.,"Even a tiger doesn't eat its own cubs, is father going to kill me"。