"Who are you, miss?" the young boy inquired innocently, his gaze fixed on the lady before him.
Oblivious to the monstrous form lurking behind her façade of kindness and beauty, he extended a gesture of warmth and compassion.
"U-uhm, aren't you cold? You can borrow my jacket if you want." With gentle hands, he began to remove his own jacket, offering it to the lady in need.
Observing the falling snow, the boy's concern for the lightly dressed lady was evident.
Though he had been taught by his caretakers to show kindness to others, it wasn't solely out of obligation that he offered his jacket.
There was a deeper connection stirring within him, a sense of familiarity that tugged at his heartstrings. Despite his young age, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had encountered this lady before.
But before he could hand over his jacket, the lady stayed his hand with a gentle touch.