Young Xing Chen

The boy finally woke up. Huanhuan was very happy.

She helped the boy sit up and asked, "How do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?"

He shook his head gently to show that he was fine. Then, he asked, "Did you save me?"

His voice was clear and pleasant.

Huanhuan smiled and said, "Yes, you were washed onto the beach, so I pulled you over."

The boy said, "Thank you. You're such a good person."

Huanhuan was immediately labeled as a good person.

She looked at the boy's obedient appearance and couldn't help but reach out to touch his hair. His slightly curly gray short hair was a little messy. It felt unexpectedly good.

Her smile grew kinder. "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

The boy was stunned by her touch.

This was the first time someone had touched his head, and it was in such an intimate manner too.

He lowered his eyes, his long lashes hiding his expression. "I'm not hungry."