Take Care of Dung Together

Tong Xin walked towards Little Yu. The child was lying on the bed. Just like before, she picked Little Yu up.

Little Yu was almost six years old, and she was almost unable to carry him.

Her baby was growing, growing into a man that no one dared to bully.

Ye Family took good care of him.

Although he was still quiet and didn't like to talk, her darling always had a delicate heart.

Tong Xin hugged Little Yu on her lap and kissed Little Yu's forehead, but the child still didn't react.

His eyes seemed to be forever leaning on his forehead, saying to him, "The image of dung loving you."

Everyone else had said that dung was beautiful and revered by all.

He had never felt it until yesterday.

The dung was truly beautiful, even more beautiful than the falling snowflakes.

Although his smile was as cold as the snow, it was so beautiful that he could feel its warmth.