At this moment, a woman in her early thirties ran towards the sound of the little boy's crying, calling out his name anxiously as she ran.
Seeing the little boy covered in dirt, with a clear and swollen palm-print on his fair, delicate face, the woman's eyes filled with tidal waves of pain and affection.
"Mama!" The little boy, upon seeing the woman, plaintively called out and began to cry anew, his little mouth pursed in grief.
The woman clutched the little boy tightly in her arms and affectionately asked, "What happened, darling? How did you end up here alone? What happened to your face?"
The little boy sobbed in her embrace, stammering, "Someone hit me..."
"Someone hit you? Who did this? Who hit you?" The woman urgently asked, her face displaying a hint of rage.
However, the little boy just cried, unable to articulate what had happened.
