His expression was very faint, almost devoid of any expression.
But Lily could see a hint of curiosity, a hint of care, in his deep and shiny black pupils.
The little boy's features were exquisitely defined, they didn't pale even when compared to the handsome Andrew Howard.
No, his features were even more prominent and deeper than Andrew's.
He appeared to be slightly older than Andrew as well.
She thought, when this child grew up, he would definitely become a person whose striking features and unrivaled beauty would draw the attention of countless girls.
"Who bullied you? Why are you crying?"
The little boy spoke again and, incidentally, poked her arm, which felt soft and smooth.
"I... Nobody bullied me, I am not crying."
Lily suddenly came to her senses, hastily wiped the tears from her face, and squeezed out a smile for the little boy.
Her heart was pounding wildly.
The spot where the little boy had gently touched with his finger felt strangely warm.