The boy clutched a stinky rag doll, his clear, clean eyes seriously watching Han Fei.
"Have you always thought of her as your mother?" Han Fei had seen orphans refer to staff as 'mom,' but it was rare for one to consider a rag doll as their mother. Most of them had their hearts wounded in some way.
"She is my mom," said the boy cutely as he raised a finger to his lips. "Don't tell anyone else, or they will try to take my mom from me. It seems like all the other kids here can't find their own moms and dads."
"Was it this doll who told you that the outside was very dangerous?"
"Mom has always been protecting me. If it weren't for her, I might have been..." the boy suddenly covered his mouth, "Mom told me not to tell anyone else."
