Lily brought Ben into the bathroom.
She placed the little one on the basin, wet the towel, and wrung it out.
Just about to wipe Ben's face with the damp towel,
the calm and indifferent look that had been on Ben's face while outside suddenly melted away.
He looked at his mother, showing a hint of a child's confusion.
To Lily's surprise, Ben gently poked her hand with his little hand.
Lily paused and looked down at Ben.
What is the little one up to?
Ben also paused for a moment.
The once-faded cold emotion swiftly returned to cover Ben's dark eyes.
Lily was about to ask what was wrong when Ben suddenly stretched out his finger and poked her gently.
Once, twice.
Lily: ...
Seeing no reaction from Lily and hearing no words,
Ben's complexion turned even darker than before.
So cool that it almost seemed to condense the steam into ice.
Lily was worried, but she didn't know what was wrong with Ben.
Could it be that Ben was regretting, regretting recognizing her as his mother?
