Before she could notice what was happening, a small body rushed over to her. However, because she was blocking the front just now, the small body suddenly fell in front of her.
She heard gasps coming from far away. She leaned down and helped up the child who fell on the ground. It was a boy with light brown hair. Because of the sunlight, it seemed to be like her hair.
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"Are you okay?" she asked with concern, squatting down and patting the dirt on the child's body. If she didn't understand this before, then in the past few years, she already knew it all.
This is what a girl with a quiet smile taught her, teaching her tolerance and kindness
"It's okay," the baby said in a milky voice, but like a little adult, the child raised his head, wrinkled his very beautiful eyebrows, his light silver eyes were slightly annoyed, and he looked at his clothes.
The dirt has already begun to knot in my little head.
When his mother saw it, she was probably going to be sad again. "Oh, Mom, I didn't mean to do it. It was someone who blocked your baby's way." She flattened her mouth, but tears were welling up in her eyes, but not a single one fell.
"You..." When the girl saw the child's little face, her mind suddenly went blank. It was so similar, so similar. Except for the color of the eyes and hair, they were exactly the same.
The tear on the right cheek is located in the same place. Even though he is young, his delicate face is already stunning.
What's wrong with him? The child raised his little chin and looked at this pretty aunt. However, he still felt that he was not as beautiful as his mother. In his heart, his mother was beautiful, except for him.
His father always snatches away his mother, so that he can’t even sleep with her
Bad dad, so he needs to grow up quickly
"Atobe Keigo?" The girl's eyes slowly became hazy, and the small face in front of her overlapped with that person's face, and they were exactly the same.
Hearing this name, the child narrowed his small eyes. He looked like he was only two or three years old, but that kind of expression was not something he could have. This child was either too precocious or too smart.
Yes, he is precocious and a genius child
"Do you know my young master's father?" With such a similar self-proclaimed name, that domineering aura, and the cold look on his face, he is indeed exactly the same as that person.
"Dad..." She repeated these two words repeatedly. It was unmistakable. He was that person's child and he actually had such a big child.
"What's your name?" She squatted down, her eyes were parallel to the boy's. What beautiful eyes, she couldn't help but admire. The same proud eyes as that person reminded her of that person's past and present.
"My name is Atobe or," the man raised his chin and tilted his head. When he saw the dirt on his clothes, he frowned again.
"Atobu, my surname is Atobe." The girl kept saying his name, and it turned out to be his.
She reached out and wanted to touch the child's face. This face was so familiar that she really didn't want to move her eyes away.
However, the moment the child saw her reaching out her hand, he instinctively took a step back. He didn't like others touching him, especially strangers. He was very young and had his own persistence. Although this aunt looked good, she
The young master doesn't like to be touched by others, especially strangers