A large and warm palm was placed on the little boy's small back, and the trembling of his tiny body was gradually eased by the gentle strokes and soft words.
As Young Master Yan comforted him, he slowly submerged him into the water. At this point, Young Master Yan reminded him of a large eucalyptus tree, and the little boy clung to him like a little koala hanging onto its eucalyptus tree for survival.
The little one's hands were around Young Master Yan's neck, his legs around Yan's waist, and his small body was closely pressed against Yan's chest.
The rhythm of Yan's heartbeat was steady and forceful, reverberating through the skin to the somewhat weaker heart of the little boy.
The burning warmth gradually transferred to the slightly cool skin of the little guy.
"Daddy… I'm cold..."
In his half-awake state, the little boy was unclear whether he was truly cold or whether it was just some unpleasant memories resurfacing.
