Perhaps, it was really because of parting with that group of little friends that it felt sad.
After all, having shared weal and woe together for several days, she, as a mommy, could understand and knew that time was the best healer, after another week, another month, a year...
All the displeasure and sadness would drift away with the wind...
...
...
Police station.
All the children had left.
Only a little boy remained inside, unwilling to leave.
His faint golden hair was especially dazzling in the sunlight, matching his exquisitely beautiful and deep features, giving off the feel of a noble prince.
Utterly charming.
Female officers passing by frequently praised him, "This little boy looks really handsome."
"Like a noble prince, so stylish."
"I wish I could arrange a child marriage between him and my daughter."
