One day, Marc brought him to stand in front of her. She timidly looked up at him, and his face was filled with a radiant smile. She knew he was the boy who used to play with her back home, but because he was so close to Grace Lancaster and Doreen Lancaster, she felt a sense of rejection toward him.
Her small body shrank back, but he, only ten years old at the time, stubbornly reached out and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. His voice was warm and melodic, like a beautiful song, and even now, when she thought about it, she could still feel a warmth spreading in her heart.
He said, "Cynthia, let me take care of you from now on." Then he smiled and reached out his hand to her. With guarded eyes, she hesitated, her small hand trembling behind her back. After a long moment, she finally stretched it out, placing it in his palm, entrusting him with her happiness.
