The boy kept fiddling with the toy in his hand, completely ignoring the surrounding noise, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Xiao Lin had been observing this child all along. Shen Yixing hurriedly left after exchanging glances with two soldiers who passed in front of him.
The sun blazed on the lawn, occasionally lifting the boy's freshly washed strands of hair. His fair face didn't blush from the sunlight but remained pale and dull. The food in the military district cafeteria wasn't bad; it was well-balanced between meat and vegetables, with sufficient portions to eat to one's fill.
The toy in his hand fell to the ground. The boy glanced at it, stood up, walked over, picked it up, and looked for a place with water to wash it.
This was a small detail; darkness filled Xiao Lin's eye. Autistic child? It didn't seem like that at all.
