Little Tiger's legs faltered beneath him, and for a moment, it seemed like he would collapse. He stumbled, trying to back away from the unfamiliar woman. He didn't know her. All he knew was that his mother—his real mother—didn't love him. Just as he was about to fall, Li Na caught his arm, her grip firm but steady.
"Careful, my boy," she said, her voice softer than before, trying to ease his fear.
But as their eyes met, Li Na's heart skipped a beat. His eyes—they were hers. It was as if she were staring at her own reflection from years ago. The same haunting, beautiful eyes, dark and deep like an endless night sky. The words slipped out of her before she could stop them: "Hey...you have my eyes."
A sudden realization began to dawn on her, but she quickly tried to dismiss it. *What am I even thinking?* She chastised herself. *There are plenty of people with this eye color in the world... it's nothing special.*
