Ling should have completed the task efficiently as usual, but he hesitated when he looked at the slightly curled up boy in the nutrient tank. The data on the instrument showed that the boy was still alive. The young man blinked his eyes as if he was aware of it, glanced around blankly, and closed his eyes again as if he was tired.
I don't know why Ling was attracted by the tired but pure thing in these black eyes, and like a man possessed, he took him out of the nutrition tank and took him home. . .