SPECIAL CHAPTER: THEM IN 10 YEARS

A handsome boy got out of the car. He appeared remarkably mature for his age, possessing an air of sophistication that belied his tender years. With a face that exuded charm and refinement, he seemed older than his actual age of four, resembling a miniature version of an elegant adult.

Dressed in suspenders and a dapper bowtie, he exuded a classic charm and style that accentuated his innate attractiveness. His fair, porcelain-like skin lent him an angelic quality, complementing the contrasting jet-black hair that framed his face. His eyes, also dark and enigmatic, sparkled with a wisdom and depth beyond his years.

"Baby, come and hold mother's hand."

The boy glanced at the woman who called him. She was wearing a soft wide-leg trousers and flowy white blouse. The other was tall with stylish short hair that perfectly highlighted her sharp features. She was not a classically beautiful woman. The word 'handsome' actually suited her more.