For a second, Qin Feng couldn't breathe.
He knelt down beside the boy, the towel forgotten in his hands. His heart ached so badly it felt like it might break.
Slowly, gently, he draped the towel over the boy's shoulders and whispered,
"No one's going to hit you ever again. Not while I'm here."
The boy stayed frozen for a long moment.
Then, slowly, he opened his eyes. His small fingers clutched the towel tightly, and he looked at Qin Feng as if he were seeing something unbelievable.
Qin Feng gently wiped the boy's small body, taking care not to hurt him.
Every time his hand brushed over a scar, Qin Feng's heart tightened even more.
After drying him off, he knelt in front of the boy and carefully brushed his teeth.
The boy sat there quietly, letting Qin Feng work, though he kept glancing around with cautious, unsure eyes.
Qin Feng then helped the boy wear the kid's clothes, which Su Jiyai had bought from the system space.
