Day by day passed, and this year's autumn seemed to arrive prematurely. The scorching summer had just gone by, bringing with it autumn winds that swept through, leaves withering and the cold currents flowing.
Almost eight-year-old Ping'an, after many years of exercise, had shed his baby fat, especially this summer during which he had a growth spurt, and now he had become a little man.
He stood over 1.3 meters tall, with a slightly chubby, fair face that retained a hint of childishness, and an air of cool charisma when silent. Under his handsome slanted eyebrows, a pair of big beautiful eyes often sparkled with innocent joy, yet his sharp and steady gaze was hidden beneath lashes like feather fans.
With a high nose and gently pressed lips, his well-defined features, a modified military uniform, and a red armband, everything exuded his excellence.
