"Ouch!"
Leon, holding Fiona, was startled by the collision and looked down at the little girl who had bumped into him. His brows furrowed slightly, but there was no trace of anger on his face.
Lowering his posture and extending his right hand towards her, Leon asked in a calm and gentle tone, "Are you okay?"
Upon hearing Leon's voice, the little girl, who was rubbing her sore buttocks and knees, startled and looked up, causing Leon to be instantly surprised.
"You..." Leon's eyes widened in astonishment, unable to hide his surprise.
The little girl, who seemed to be around five or six years old, was extraordinarily beautiful and adorable, despite her dull and shabby appearance with black lines on her face.
She had long black hair, but it looked dry and matted, clearly neglected.
Her small body appeared very skinny and malnourished, as if she hadn't eaten in days, making her look pitiful.
