'Just how much has this child been through…?'
Meng Wan couldn't help but wonder about Li Feng's past.
For someone so young and talented to reveal such raw emotion with a single word, there had to be a story behind it.
Perhaps he had endured hardships he had never spoken of, or perhaps there were things he had longed for but had never received.
As a mature woman who had experienced her fair share of life's ups and downs, Meng Wan understood that not every wound needed to be questioned, nor did every unspoken longing need to be brought into the light.
Sometimes, all a person needed was a little warmth.
So, rather than asking about his past, she simply offered him a tender smile and raised her hand to caress his cheek.
Her touch was gentle and instinctively affectionate, as though she wanted to comfort him without making him feel embarrassed about the emotions he had unwittingly revealed.
"It's all right, child…"
Meng Wan spoke softly, her fingers gently stroking his cheek.
