Yanling held the Rubik's cube, a cube he brought back from W City, which had always been by his side. The patterns on it were worn, yet he couldn't bear to throw it away.
It was like a pet he raised, accompanying him when he felt lonely and sad, listening to his chatter without ever finding him annoying.
Li Yeqi leaned against the door, listening to him talk to the Rubik's cube, feeling an overwhelming ache. Only when the voice inside gradually subsided to silence did he gently push open the door and walk in.
Approaching the bed, he looked at the child asleep with the Rubik's cube in his arms, a couple of crystal-clear tears hanging at the corners of his eyes, making him seem exceptionally pitiful.
Li Yeqi's heart ached, and he bent over to gently wipe away the tears at the corners of his eyes, then softly took the Rubik's cube from his arms. Probably feeling a sudden loss of security, he flinched and quickly clung to Li Yeqi's arm.
