When the topic of "identity" came up,
Ben Lucas's deep black pupils briefly froze.
His gaze lowered as he said, "Seeing her, you'll know."
The "her" Abbie figured out without being explicitly told, was his mother.
The little boy's voice was soft, tinged with a faint huskiness.
If it wasn't for his usually strong will, those beautiful and tranquil black pupils would probably have been moistened with tears by now.
After all, he was just a child.
Abbie felt a heavy sensation in his chest from Ben's words.
He had only intended to tease and mock this always-serious big brother.
But hearing Ben speak in a tone so sad that even Abbie felt sorrow,
Abbie suddenly thought his prank was somewhat selfish and boring.
Oh well, there was no use keeping it from him anymore.
Anyway, such things would inevitably be known to them one day.
Little Abbie listlessly ran his fingers through his hair, revealing a struggling and hesitant expression.
