C509 You Should Call Me Little Bastard

Under his shiny forehead was a pair of eyes that were not too big but contained a hint of grief. His straight nose made people want to reach out and pinch him, his snow-white teeth lightly bit on his thin lips, and the stubbornness on the corner of his mouth suddenly reminded one of the girl who ran away in the rain with her back towards you … Well, she was a big girl