Children of this age might not hold a strong impression of the things they like.
But they easily remember things they haven't seen before that can startle them, and as they grow up, they might call these images their childhood shadows.
These past few days, Zou Ling had been prone to nightmares about monsters after watching Ultraman at night, and at this moment, her own imagination scared her to the point of red eyes. When she quickly turned her head and saw the person standing behind her, she froze—
Little Milk Jin's steps were steady, and her voice was reliable.
Snow wafted outside, the shimmering white flurries cascaded down, and a dim light beamed in from the end of the hallway.
Tang Jin's Little Baldy head still reflected light, her large cat-like eyes sparkled, and she placed a hand on the person solidly and reliably—only—
