"I always thought my mom and dad were the best parents in the world..." Huo Zhongqi lowered his eyes, and for the first time, his calm little face showed a trace of melancholy.
He sat on the sofa, so small and soft, fair and clean, yet so beautiful, he looked adorably well-behaved, making anyone who glanced at him instantly fond of him.
Such a lovely child, raised for eight years, yet they were willing to take away his heart and let him die.
Ye Xingbei thought that Huo Zhongqi's adoptive parents were worse than beasts.
Ye Xingbei stood up and sat beside Huo Zhongqi, tenderly stroking his little head, "It's okay, don't be afraid, now that you're staying at Uncle and Aunt's house, we'll protect you. No one will take away your heart."
Huo Zhongqi looked up and smiled at her, "Thank you, Auntie."
His smile was delicate, like a little girl, soft and sweet.
When he smiled, he looked like how kids his age should, no longer the serious, calm, and rational little adult.
