The Appearance of the Cold Smoke

On the child's face, two round eyes blinked, and when they were lowered, their eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly, slightly trembling.

In just an instant, Xia Qinglee's heart was attracted by the boy in front of her. She could not help but rub his chubby little face.

"Thank you so much. Big Sister will cherish herself. " Being encouraged, she rubbed her dry eyes as if nothing had happened. She reached out and carried the child to her side and sat side by side.

"What's your name?"

"Leng Yan. " The boy threw the trash in his hand into the garbage bin.

Xia Qinglee looked around and saw that there were no adults in the corridor. She was a little worried. "Where are your parents?"

Hearing this, Leng Yan pouted and shook his head in disappointment. "I lost my way in the garden. Dad didn't come to find me. "