In the golden autumn, the ginkgo leaves are flying in all directions, as if they are looking for someone.
The young man with dark brown hair squatted in front of the dirty child, stretched out his hand to him, and smiled gently.
The child raised his head and stared directly at the young man with his dark eyes.
Like a kitten.
After a long time, he came out of the shadows, took the young man's hand, and let him lead him into the warm autumn sun.
Motto: Gentle people are the best