Clothes and shoes that were one size bigger than he needed, a dirtied face, and clear eyes that were filled with shock. The child hid behind the old lady's clothes, showing only half of his face.
"You can hear my voice?" Chen Ge put down the backpack and reached out lightly toward the boy. "Do not be afraid. I will not hurt you."
The boy who hid at the back of the closet behind the clothes looked at Chen Ge cautiously. He stared at Chen Ge's hand like it was a foreign object and hesitated for a long time before giving him his hand. The chilling small hand slipped into Chen Ge's palm. The warmth that he had not felt for a long time caused the boy's eyes to slowly widen.
