He didn't know what had come over him.
He had never felt such heartache for someone.
Seeing that child, with his pale face and tightly closed eyes, lying lifelessly in Ye Xingbei's arms, it was as if someone had viciously gouged a piece out of his heart. His heart was bleeding, wrenching his insides with pain.
Perhaps because this child was too reliant on him, too attached to him.
Upon seeing him, the child would call out "Dad, Dad," with eyes full of admiration and affection, as if he were his entire world, as if there was nothing to fear, even were the sky to fall.
Because he had his father.
Loved, trusted, and relied on by him in this way, he had deeply fallen for this child over these few short days.
It didn't matter if there was no blood relation, he just loved him.
Just seeing him brought joy, happiness, and the urge to cherish him at his heart's tip.
But now, his precious darling, whom he wanted to cherish at his heart's tip, had been severely bullied.
