Feeling Flowers and Tears

His voice became weaker and weaker, but tears continued to flow from his eyes. The tears intertwined and blended with the dew on the petals of the morning flowers. A hint of pity, helplessness and bitterness suddenly flashed through the nun's eyes filled with elegant and flying flowers. She gently held the beautiful baby boy in her arms and carried her back to the orphanage with care. Because there was no mark on his body, the nun who picked him up named him ——Hua Splashing Tears