He had never seen anyone wear a white shirt with such sophistication, nor had he ever seen someone turn a common white shirt into a scenery.
At that moment, the man was squatting on the ground, talking to a little girl. The little girl was just crying, but he was gently stroking her hair.
Even in that momentary laugh, there was exhaustion that was like the morning sun.
Tang Yuxin suddenly felt a stab of pain in her heart. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt the urge to cry.
As the man bent down to pick up the child and was about to leave, he happened to meet Tang Yuxin's eyes. Those clear eyes and that clean shirt, along with that smile with a tinge of coldness showed through.
In that moment, Tang Yuxin felt her heart flutter. She didn't know why, but it seemed as if she had experienced something similar when he was picking up the child.
She remember she had once wished for someone to take her home, to any place, as long as it wasn't her original home.
